You snuck up on me like a serial killer::Settin up da battle like you gonna be da winner.
But you messing with XL-4-REAL kid::You gonna end up loosin and looking stupid.
Your rhymes are transparent, more see through than most::Theres no life in your style thats why you HI-TOWN-GHOST.
I would kill you if you werent already a gonna::You already killed yourself with your ghost pasona.
In limbo is where you can be found::your half between being a rapper and a clown.
Cuz you gonna end up with a red nose and blacked eyes like you stuck::I'll spit your own lines back at you so they hittin you up.

Now im the killer sneaking up to attack::I only prey on saddest MC'S who cant rap.
So yes!!!... your next on my list::and as you write your worst verse I'll execute you with my spit.
Cuz im like the Alien...I spit acid lines::I burn through you easily with your week ass rhymes.
I heard you spit b4 with preistoric metaphors::Your shit is so old its dead like dinosaurs.
Your played out and shrunk the opposite of the Hulk::Your yellow not green nothing but a punk.
I have a vision you gonna be wack like Terminator 3::So take time to pre-write cuz its the only way your gonna beat me.

Ok son lets see what you got.