God dam boy, it took you that long to write that, that rhyme deserves to be pregnant bitch slapped //
Comeing in here trying to act like you know what to do, f**ker is thePilsberry Dough Boy, I poke him and Whoo-Hoo//
My lyrical genius will leave you gawking and stareing, but after Im done your ass would wish you hadent been glareing//
There were to parts to your rap dumbass, someone needs to let you know this is freestyle, not choir class//
I disagree was there at your premature birth, comeing out off your momspussy, 1/2 inch, as big as your girth//
f**ker trying copy other rappers, takeing there style, sitting there on the crapper dreaming of makeing a record, even know those raps of his are sectored//
Ill chew you up cut with glass and laugh at your ass, guess what kid, Im a hannibal ass mother f**ker known as Dr. Lector//
f**ker trying to become good at rhymes,bitch probably lives in the country rapping to wind chimes//
Cracker trying to go medievil, calling himself a Knight, but I bet his mom is still singing him "Twinkle Twinkle"//
Goodnight boy, it's time that I put you to sleep, but don't worry around your moms window I am going to creep//
f**ken her in that loose ass pussy, then moving around to that tight ass, but guess what, since you a little boy, ill censor out her screams with *bleeps*//
Trying to extend that record to 1-3, boy it would be easier for you to catch flees//
Why you trying to prove yourself by battling me, all I can give you is a Royal Decree stating, "This bitch aint noting but a wannabe MC"//
That's it Im done with your f*g**t self, now ill hang your ass up like all the rest of the losers, on the wannabe MC shelf//