jedi sould, where u come up with that wack handle,
kid ull dismantle, when i blow out ya lyrical candle,
wait thats right, you didn't have one in the first place,
kid your a disgrace, why u on RB fuckin up ya namesake???(lol)
piece of cake, i had this battle won from the start
i musta been hungry, cause you a herb a~la~carte`(ouch)
how you gonna come up here with homosexual rhyme spurtings
when it was you i saw in a dark alley givin' a mans penis a workin'
its a sure thing/jedi soul hit me with some low blows/mostly lies,
((how quickly does your nose grow???)))// i dont know, if i should shame or pity, i bought ya vinyl ta test ya rhymes, it was worthless except as a frisbee (OUCH!!) how can ya spit battle rhymes that aint savage// prolly cause u listen when ya mom says "Use ya Manna's"(manners)// kid your standard, ive fucked up many like you before, cause you spit from ya brain, and not from ya core// but ima leave that subject alone, ya verbs mighta left me torn, but i got sewn// why dont you quit rap, act ya nature, and do interior design in another mans dome!!!(interior design=painting walls get it)

uhh lol