dis da last round, my last verse, ur last burst of air dispersed/
ur spits gettin worst, it must be true bout bout da curse i verbilized first//
u say u droppin bombs, da only bombs u drop is ya fat ass mom/
i'll kill u like u.s.a. will do saddam i'll do u wrong and place u in da heart of vietnam//
all u come wit is elemetary vocab, my punches is like grabbin ya throat to stab/
dude come on trail, pail please step back and exhale/
this battle u failed, i'm gonna keep goin cause i will always prevail//

iight go dis da last round make it hot