you the type of pussy who goes to sperm banks with straws/
and "bangs" "walls", he got no rap skills, he just full of flaws/
your punches couldn't "connect" even if you used a "modem"/
even if you had a gun, you couldn't afford any bullets to load 'em/
You're driving 100 mph into oblivion, cause you're going "nowhere fast"/
you're like a "gay man" in a "straight" race, you're gonna come in dead last/
and I ain't spittin no bullshit thats "Dead Wrong" like Biggie/
cause I Stand tall and spit truth, like I was the "Statue of Liberty"/
you spit shit that don't comprehend, like deafs and mutes in a room/
I'ma beat you 5-0, a clean sweep, so you can call me "Tha Broom"/

good, quickie battle..............