Mess with me, you’ll get thrown-back-like-jerseys, swept-like-nets/
Just ‘cuz you’re “extra-large”, don’t think that you can, fuck-with-vets/

This cat’s ‘bout to get lyrically spayed-n-neutered, left expertly tutored/
If this battle was a crime scene… he’d be the victim and i’d-be-the-shooter/

Even if i put a target on my chest, all his punches would, still-fuckin’-miss/
He’s mouth’s like a crooked scope, so-i-know-in-his-verse… i’ll-never-be-dissed/

Your rhymes aren’t hard, they’re flaccid… like old men, who-forgot-to-take-viagra/
XL has his dick between his legs… ‘cuz likea transvestite, he-wants-a-vagina/

Kid must’ve thought I was spittin’ lyrical bullets… the-way-this-faggot-ducked-down/
Like Vanilla Ice or Mc Hammer… to the 99 cent rack, is-where-this-clown-is-bound/*

*You could buy his CD for 99 cents.