You couldn't STEP-TO-ME if you were wearin Air Force One's or if your name was NIK-E//
You could say it's CRUNCH-TIME, cause my PUNCH-LINES are leaving BONE-DEBRI on ya WHITE-T//(t-shirt)
I've read alot of your battles and I start to see the SAME-OLD-SHIT...I guess what they say is true, you can't teach an OLD-DAWG-NEW-TRICKS//
You came into this battle EX-PECT-ING a win, but instead i'm DIS-RESPECT-ING your chin//(disrespecting ya chin=punches)
If this was WREST-LING you'd all-ready be PINNED, you can call this science class cause i'm DI-SECT-ING this KID//
Ask why I put my rhymes in CAPS, so that when you read my RAPS you get SMACKED with an even harder BLAST//
Camarac STRAPPED with GATS, bustin CAPS on JAPS still woudn't be considered an ATTACK, your too WACK//
I tear this PRE-WRITING-SINGER till he doesn't HAVE-ANY-LIMBS//
Then Ziplock his body in a bag and roll him down the street like a CADDY-ON-RIMS//
You couldn't DE-FEET me if you took a chainsaw to my SHINS//