look at this kid...thinkin' he can spit but his record-is-worthless//
you couldn't be an "Illegal Clown" if you was in a "Mexican-circus"//
I send out a message-in-versez but you get my sciptures twisted backwardz like dyslexics-in-churchez//

I should known better than to be fuckin'-wit-chu... ya lyrics leave me fuckin'-amused//
from the looks of ya record you can't do nuttin'- but-lose//(0-4 record)
you couldn't "run shit" if you had some stuck-on-ya-shoez//


I'ma burn a hole in ya brain so I can leave ya dreamz-charred//
you "Illegal"...somebody get this cat a fuckin' green-card//

I would hit you in the head wit' a punchline that would leave ya dome-bruised//
but it's futile...cause I gave you the 10 pacent of my brain that you don't use...