The Shit Im Spittin Is Insane, Like The Reaction Of Meth and Cocaine...
Lab Rat, Looks Like Im Seeing Double, Merkin Both Pinky and The Brain...

You Think You Gon' Win This Battle, Put Your Pre-Written Verse Back In Storage...
But Yo' Shit Out'a Luck, Like Goldi-Locks Eating Some X-Lax Spiked Porridge...

You' Coming Out, Hitler Like, Glock And A Whip, But For Me, You Still Un-Equipped...
Ya Just Lucky This Match Don't Count For Shit, Cuz You'd Be Walkin Out Wit You' Pink Slip...