Look at this bitch trying to rip on my nationality, don't worry shit like that will end up in your fatality//
Im the immortal one and you are going to die, cut your ass to peices and lay you on a grill to fry//
Don't worry when I spit I never lie, after Im done you gonna pull a baby and cry//
This matchup was unfair from the start, you rhymes are to stink, like an old mans farts, actin al big in bad when you know you a retart//
My lyrical pimpness will slap you like a 50 cent ho, send you to Monty Burns house so you can scream, "Mo, Mo, Mo"//
It's time that you learned that you can't win, Ill beat your ass so bad someone gonna feel it, your kin!//
Lyrically assault your ass, you'll be so ashamed your ass wil have to wear a face mask//
Why are you even trying to defeat me, cuz in your mind you know you can compete me, it's time to beseech thee//
Bitch aint got no skills, if he even did they be over the hill, cut your head off with my spit and stick it on a windmill//
You couldent get past me if you tried, well it's time I taught you a lesson and drowned you ass in high tide//
Im done, I don't even need too go on, go back to daddy, you and him can share that strap-on//