i bring grade A-beef, leave wounds that stay-deep for 8 weeks//
in this battle, call me "baldy", cause there's no way u can "fade-me"//
my mind is flexing-a-diction-scary, confessing-ta-whippin-fairies//
and this herb's gay, definition's of "wordplay" is molesting-a-dictionary//
my skills-harness ILL-darkness//
guaranteed to beat anyone who messes with more "male privates" than a drill-
sergeant//
your still-garbage no matter how many your win digits-on-tha-website//
i'll make your rap choice career come to a "short stop", like "midgets-at-a-red-light"//
when lifted-i-shred-mics and my intellect won't let me play-fair//
you have "no chance" at this, like R.KELLY opening up a "day-care"//
c'mon son, your "shit will never hit" like a toilet thats bottomless//
im a rotted-kid, throwing punches so hard thery're shattering bones if you try blockin-
it//
battling me is like a "dull knife or the NETS without JASON KIDD, "pointless"//
i'll take your "weed", rip out your "elbows and your knees", and leave you "jointless"//
boning me iz your sister's-goal, so i'll give-her-a-pole until her room's fixtures-fold//
your bicker's-old, raps pump out more "negatives" than a "picture-roll"//
where's your focus-kid??//
i'll cast your punches away like you threw em with a "broken-fist"//
you remind me of my daughter, cause ya'll both piss and spit-alike//
your pathetic, i could give you a "JORDAN POSTER" and you still couldn't "rip-a-mic"//
askin to battle me was a mojor life-error//
cause even if you "pitched" for the TALIBAN, you still couldn't "STRIKE-TERROR"//!!!!!!!