CoNstaNT's like cas$, spits like he been smoking too much 'Grass'//
I ought ta 'Weed' this Herb an give him a bootin on tha 'as$'//

Ya could lick ma 'cocaine' coated balls and still wouldn't 'Police'-me(please me)//
Your a fake emcee, now ama give you lyrical 'cancer' like 'marie curie'//

Your rhymes contain no multies, nor any punches kid, all of ya sets is redundant//
The only way this kid'll ever be 'full-of-punches' is when my fists 'connect-with-his-stomach'//

Lyrical lashes prove you're a bleeder... way too much aspirin in your system//
Blood thin like punches in your verse.. you connect lighter than Etienne//

You wack infact u must just be "holding back" like huggin when "trinas friends~over//
you even call yourself gay, you must only "Fuck up" rappers with names like Ben~Dover//