u call urself phillie blunt well i'm bout ta ~smoke-u~/
fag u talk so much shit ur mouth want to ~provoke-u~//
This is insanity, think you special-yeah i ~see-your-vanity~/
You a dying breed like the manatee, you scrawny and scared ~beneath-the-profanity~//
Dont mean to shock, But in this final your not Jimmy and im not Papa Doc/
You a sheep following the flock, You easy to mock, your times running out, TICK TOCK//
Its no mystery who will win, like who shot J.R in Dallas/
I can take all your ryhmes,and develop a callus//
Ive excelled and expelled thier lyrical lumps still swell/
Your styles inadaptable, lyrical inverterbrate in a shell//
ur lyrics are feeble, mine are so evil/
i aint even goin all out, only rhymin a prequel//
believe it, im only spittin a quarter part-of-me/
look ur bleedin, my verse clogs ur arteries//
from my philosophy, u a pawn to my monopoly/
for the bigger picture, crackills wins thats the prophecy//