im way too vicious, you coming at me with disses is highly suspicious/
I mean, excuse me Mrs. but don't bitches belong in kitchen doing dishes?/

Theres no way you could stay in this game even if you took a chance/(monopoly)
This battle can explain what my lyrics do to you by the sight of ya torn pants/
(he got ripped)

It would take a metamorphosis on yo lyrics to hcange yo style from bad to WEAK/
Your shit wouldnt be heard even if deaf kids sat and watched your hands speak/

I shine like a solar ray cause every word I say will shatter ya vertebrae/
You lactose n tolerant? As word spray ill murder this kid on a Sun-day/

This battle, i-plan-to-work-it til you cant stand-ya-birth-kid, DAMN...you worthless/
a "BITCH IN LIFE" cuz ya "LIFE" gots more"PERIODS" THAN-YA-"VERSES"/

this kid-cant-be-measured up to me cuz he'll see-more-than-pressure/
Cuz I got him "LOOKIN UP TO MY SPITS" like "DWARVES-BEING-LECTURED"/

Leave Him In A 'Daze' With His 'Eyes Glazed' Cuz What He Writes-Is-Poor/
I'll Slice-His-Pores & Put His "Spirit On Crutches" Cuz He's Needin "Life-Support"/