Ya skills got me ‘’fallin over laughin’’ like a ‘’comedy act on floors-that are-wet’’/
At war-wit-the-best this cat is gettin put ‘’outa business’’ like a ‘’store-that’s-in-debt’’/

You couldn't be in a "good position" if you were in a "sixty-nine"/
"Goin fishin" and "catchin" is the only way you'd have a "tight line"/
Like this battle, even if you was in a "brothel" you couldn't "score"/
But just like a "soft apple" your raps aint never been "Hard" "Core"/

Ya skill level reminds me of the ‘’body fat percent of anorexics’’..its ‘’just-so-low’’/
I dust-old-foes u aint got a chance, don’t even waste 10 bars u should just-no-show/
All of your verses remind me of ‘’slope skiing’’ cuz they keep on ‘’going-down-hill’’/
Scared so ur throwin-down-pills cuz after this ya wont hold the flowin-crown-still/
You must rap to a crowd with ‘’A.D.D.’’ cuz nobody pays ‘’attention’’-when you-flow/
Ya spit like a ‘’retard’’ man, your number 1 fans are part of the ‘’convention-of the-slow’’/
You need alotta ‘’luck’’ dawg so I’m imagining that’s why you tend to ‘’write on clovers’’/
U ‘’live for internet rapping’’ and u just got beat so I guess that means your ‘’life is OVER’’/