This kid wants to battle named MC_RIPPA,
But he's just Cinderella without the glass slipper.
Even with a Fairy Godmother, you couldn't rap,
People stay away from your lyrics like a rusty bear trap.
Any MC with half a mouth could eat you for lunch,
Your lyrics are just pillows when you try to punch.
When you're on the mic, people start to flee,
You can't afford your own rhymes on MP3.
You couldn't get amped if you were smoking crack,
My punches come 1-2 and you're on your back.
This battle is more separated than Apartheid,
But there will be no Mandela to restore your pride.
Go back to your TV, go back to your ESPN,
My mother wouldn't do you, she only likes men.