Your on the brink of destruction, save that bull shit introduction, your function is to get some new rhymes that shit was weaker then a ~munchkin~
Your lame, Your should refrain from, fightin good rappers like me, cause I saw you writin that shit on the crapper, I'm light up your body faster then you can light a room with a ~clapper~
You don't know what I been through, but thats nothin to you, your in the game for fame, but your gold chains are fake, I rake you like leaves, you betta leave that cap gun you shot had no ~aim~
Ya missed me ya missed me but don't think about kissin me, I slit your lip you see, and set your soul free from your fucked 2 inch dick body, It's a masta peice the catastrophy I gave to ~thee~
your rep for rappin, Reppin has just been recked son, you aint even in a crew, you just made that shit up ya bum, and I'm bumin the dumb theres no place for you to hide or run, I spit on your tongue those words that you ~flung~
Theres no place for a fake rippa, I flipped your shit right back on ya, my dick is tired cause I already fucked ya up, I blew your dick up, so when you got to the doc you gotta squat to piss in his ~cup~
You say in your sig you got weed hoes and dough, but how would you know? the dough you got you blow on hoes, who fuck you up worse then that weed that they ~smoke~
I'm stronger better and faster then you, kickin jews like you is what I was put on earth to do, the sky ain't blue anymore its red cause its filled with your crimson pussy ~juice~
Well this is my last line this battle was fun, to stomp on your lungs, and cut of your little gun, and with these last words you've been ~hung~