you're a 22 year old bitch, tryna beat this young mind:: but your lines suck a dick, this battle's a waste of my time/
all it takes is a few lines, a few rhymes from my mind:: you can't touch any of my lyrics, cause my brain and soul are aligned/
that means you in some shit, no way to evade my wrath:: your record is 12 and 26, mother fucker, you do the math/
clearly, you lost, way more than when you won:: defeats twice times the victories, and that's without the pun/
you are either in college, or have just gotten out:: i'm on a higher pedestal, and you're going to lose this bout/
you're 22 years of age, but you still can't spell, "wuldn't":: go back to "Hooked on Phonics", you disgraced all "illy" students/ (illy is where he's from)
why must you be "CONSTANT"ly reminded that you blow:: your rhymes are simple and you lack necessary flow/
i didn't ever say that i had "hip hop downs":: but you obviously think you're tight, sorta like when "carrot-top" clowns/
your system is down, it seems your mind is nonexistent:: now you know that in this game, you should probably stay consistent/
actually you have, but mostly in your bitch ass rhymes:: so when you write another spit, actually think, and take your time/