First off, you say you can walk the walk/
But look at your battle record, you can't even talk the talk/
You come out here, callin' me a motherfuckin' noob/
Your the same but undeveloped, cos yo mom only had one boob/
I'm telepathic, I can see your rhymes/
Cos I can read the nervous static, in the back of yo mind/
When I'm up front, poised to strike/
Only lucky motherfuckers make it to the mic/
You say I'm gonna get buried, and that I'll bury myself/
I bet when daddy punished you he used a steel belt/
All he gave you to eat, was soup from Campell's/
He shoved fireworks up yo ass, then lit it with a candle/
Set it off, then topped the punishment by smackin' yo face wit a knife handle/
He loathed, choked your throat, dripped your clothes with blood from head to toe, till yo face was dismantled/
And now your tryin' to tell me how to spit, like yo the top of our race/
But even yo forensic science, couldn't fix up yo face/