ok u skittish ass self proclaimed "noob beater" im finna catch u wit a lyrical heat seaker.....les do it....

i leave ya ass morbidly obese//
hit u wit a mic and this fat fuk blew chunks on tha street//
had ta scrape u wit a spachla ta get u off tha concrete//
wanna be quik ta talk shit well heres some fa u bitch//
u aint no noob beater ur a internet thug..tha first nigga i seen sprotin his broadband wit a mug//
nigga postin up pics of the pope//
tryn ta make it seem like hes clownin but he likes ta see old dudes in a robe//
i hope and prey ta god that u learn tha truth morbid//
suicidal's how ima leave u after i catch u wit a punchline harder than tha karate kid//
1 hit K.O. thats how ull be rememberd//
thas if i dont verbally lacerate u wit lyrical flame and leave u blisterd//
u might as well kiss dirt//
leave u defeated so quickly its like bein alive but 6 feet in the earth//
shit.....thats what ur worth//
ur 3 and 0 record finna get 1 more number added ta tha left side//
noob beater got ate alive right here on the front line//

now ima sit bak relax// and smoke anotha black/// while i patiently wait fa this comp-u-sav ta come bak...