yo don’t get it twisted 0-1 was a mishap, I got beat by a bitch who could barely rap\
but u won’t be so fortunate to escape my wrath, my lyrical inhibition will forward my attack\
listen bitch, i'll have u actin like a manic depressant, cuz my barrage of words was incessantly relentless\
they'll play mind tricks on ur mind frame, have u go insane, people would soon swear u were smokin mary jane\
u would start hallucinatin, thinkin u were the shit to beat\
but u can’t even beat me, motherfucker ur 1 and 3\
he’s got no credibility, hes only got a wish ,fuck it ill give u three of em and ill watch u hit and miss\
every blow u throw is an automatic wiff, every punch I throw opens body slits\
battlin is easy when u have this special gift, but I use it well, and not to my potential\
cuz if u saw wat I was made of, it would be detrimental, and would lead to the eventual, erosion of ur mental\
cuz my words are lethal like two weapons, throw some bullets at me, and all I do is bend em\
like neo I can hinder them, and I control this world wit the flick of my pen\
the ink that comes out is the blood of many men, I’ve killed so many, the ink will never end\
so dirty come back later when u clean up ur mess, go and get discouraged, u got beat by the best\
ur worthless, nothin but bitch who can never progress\