Step the fuck up so I can tear you off a strip, you trip and fall steppin on your bottom lip/ (in surprise)
This shits a ball when the opponents already doomed, your styles so dead your words have to be exhumed/
Don't presume, that you can beat me with a rhyme, one good line would take you 'till the end of time/
Whilst I feel fine, I leave you cowering in shit, you're new to RB but should get used to taking hits/
I must admit, that I've wasted my time, 'cos the rap you write next will hurt you much more than mine/