Battle:

i know your style i can tell its from the south
maybe cause it sounds like your talking out ye ass insead of your mouth/

your nothing to me just a stepping stone without a home
your a simpleton a lil kid easily pleased by simple things like a comb or a mobile home/

But then again thats bound to please you since you never set foot in one
ever since your dad bummed you and kicked you out for fun/

your bound to be anoyed now cause your crying your eyes out
crying to your psyk warden please not in there let me out!/

dont even know how your on this website since the nearest you come to one is a scrap yard site/

your a silly little tramp with out a aim
you been crying your eyes out since you realised you aint ever gonna reach fame......