Come on dawg, I know you aint trying to battle me man
I read your profile and it says you’re a Stagga Lee fan

When it comes to battling, you just plain suck
You couldn’t deliver a win in this battle even if you jacked a mail truck

I attack rap tracks like anthrax in a mail box
Your Style is to Kiss dick Tips Dawg, I should call you A Tribe Called Lox

You aint never fucked with someone whose flow is so wild
Your chances in this battle were short lived like a still born child

Your first problem is trying to battle me, but you know what’s worse
Your only chance of beating me is if I ghost write your verse

Dawg, you must be a black dude cuz you got a big dick
Oh wait, they got it between their legs and you got it between your lips

This aint really a battle for me, it’s more like practice
So I’m going to make Vendetta disappear from this site like the island of Alantis

My verbal ballistics is turning you into a murder statistic
Now your family can only talk to you through a mystic

Cuz my verses are more deadly than Bush’s whole arsenal
So you might as well be Tom Cruise, cuz beating me is “Mission: Impossible”