You rep Memphis, So why the fuck you proud,
Your lyrics can be written in Heiroglyphs and you still wouldn't be wowed,
Some nobody city up in tenessee,
You could dress like a gangsta and still not blend with me,
I don't understand why chumps like you even look for battles,
Ya rhymes don't go together like monkeys and cattles,
You the only idiot to have a name with 90,
Nigga the way I merk your young ass people will says its grimey,
A victory is what I'm looking for thats why I'm battling you,
The only way you'll get votes is if you had vagina sattles in you, (dick riding)
You bitch, How dare you accept a battle against the Emcee,
Your mind must be like my clips the way how its always empty,
You remind me of a male lion the way you seem so lazy,
Thinking you can post rhymes at me and win you must be Crazy,
I doubt you could win and my doubts are mostly correct,
Giving to much head in Memphis is the reason you have a poor neck,
I'm doing this quick, like how long you "last".
You could get 100 donkeys and never get ass,
Actually Knowing you and your Beastality Ideas,
You look in "four legged gentle men" instead of looking at Female Rears...