okay...

you're like a condom, you're all over my dick/
you must have an asshole on your face, cause you're only spittin' shit/
you could never have street mentality even if you had a cement brain/
my words will shower and burn you like a lyrical acid rain/
you couldn't spit sick even if you lived in china/
guys calling you cause they want a piece of your vagina/
your rhymes could never fuck with mines even if they paid for sex/
like you have no street credit so you only write street checks/
your dyslexic rhymes could never comprehend mines/
I leave you starving for knowledge so you wanna eat minds/
and your flow is like a pipe filled with too much hair/
you'll be leaving this battle with broken legs in a wheelchair/

go...