Yo yo yo

I'm battlin this cat named Zainy which his imperfection//
Is him battlin me, it's a disaster starting to sketchin(happen)//
it's gonna end turning, like the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre//
My rhymes will blow your brains out like Capone's Mark-4 blaster//
you sittin there rappin callin yourself Mr. Fearless//
I got the Biz-20 and you cryin like a bitch cuz you about to have this shell feel this(killled)//
if you have a 2-10 record why do you still want to battle//
when you know your rhymes are as weak as the defense mechanism of the rattle(snake)//
You're just like B-Rabbit, but 3-1-third doesnt get victorious//
Leavin you minced like onions how notorious//
you better get on MTV's Made if you want to get far//
cuz you doin it on your own is as bad as that guy in Sum of All fears expldin in his car//
shit I can whoop your ass like Pooty Tang//
I don't need B.R.E I could gkill your ass even if you had the Untouchable gang//
All it takes is one shot to leave your ass lookin at the sun//
Lookin he's layin on the ground, I only used a pellet gun//
I'm hurt you liek Atomic Bomb put the impact on the whole world//
this fire is leavin you like a Rolley Polley, causin your ass to curl//
Take that knot out your throat cuz I'm passin you the mic//
Look the crowd don't like dont choke from stage fright//


*god I do not like that verse*
*besides it's a friendly battle*