Petrafy, Yeah un huh I bet U scrared out ya shoes/
My punches don't come in "ones", I "dish-em out in pairs of 2's"/
2 times the 'hurt', I'll 'merk-this-squirt' bury this battle 'in-the-dirt'/
Ol Sesame Street ass nigga cant win spittin rhymes like "Ernie & Bert"/
'Fuckin-Twerp',In yo mind, I bet U really thought U had a victory/
Just call me "U.P.S." Cuz I'm sendin U a "Loss" marked "Special Delivery"/
I'll make ya 'shivery' and have ya gurl all 'quivery'/

Petrafy's Girl: Ice, I want U 2 put Yo dick through my 'Memory'/ (Brain).................(LoL)

Petrafy get "Petra-Fryed" fuckin wit 'Tha man'/
"Hit em wit 2 planes", cuz I am the RB 'Tali-ban'/
A Lyrical Terrorist here to take u for ya 'cookies'/
'Looky', U aint nothin but a "Dick-Rydin-Rookie'/
Fuckin Pussy, u neva shoulda boxed wit-the-champ'/
Time to seal yo ass up, and send u off 'wit-a-stamp'/
back to whateva shitty rock u crawled out from/
Damn Son, I heard Ms. Cleo predicted yo Outcome/
'So-How-come' she aint given u your 'money-back'/
'Its-funny-that' I have yet to introduce this cat 2 my 'Semi-Gat'/
'So-Gimme-That' W(in) bitch, and take this L(oss) 'Like-a-man'/
'Understand' U never 'had-a-chance' against My 'Lyrical-Backhand'/
(Pimps always hit hoes wit they backhand)