How you gonna challenge me, you shouldn't of bothered, this battle's all in da family, cuz I'm ya mutha fuck'n father/
And it's time for ya beating, so let me take my belt off, you a faggot pos'n as a doctor, hold'n guys balls while they cough/
this queer mutha fucka's get rid'n by guys, while he's wear'n a saddle, he should be in a mutha fuck'n bake-off, not a rap battle/
like seattle, i stay sleepless, cuz sleep is for tha weak kid, and its ya bed time. you should quit rap youd make a better street mime/
no one hears you talk kid, your my lyrical hostage and theres no negotiations, if i won this 5-0 youd still exceed everyones expectations/
Masturbation, is da only skill ya got, you "shoot'n" non-stop like Iverson's jump shot/
Oh wait i forgot, theres sumthin you should be proud of be'N,hey call you da gay sodomy prodigy, good thing for you bout that court decision/
Cuz then you'd end up in prison, oh wait thatd be alright, cuz that's the only time you drop "bars", like i do every hour on da mic/(Bars of soap for him/Lyrical Bars for me)
Fuck being polite, no more Mr. Nice guy, take my advice, b4 you get 2 black eyes/
You'll meet ya demise when I drop, get ya name changed from Killah to Killed Bebop/
You should quit Hip-hop, your whole style is slip shod, while I rock it on up to da treetop, your rhym'n worse than Kriss-Kross/
That's why ya clothes R on backwards today, I'm tell ya ta put em "straight", but i know you don't swing that way/
Your whole styles cli-che, you gay but you aint gonna be happy, once I get all of Rb at you laughing/
Cuz you got no skillz, you try'n da be hard, ya couldn't "pop" me if i was a pill/
If I was Id be advil "extra strength", youd be the kids version and even they wouldn't like ya "taste"/
You aint even break'n even, ill cats dont know ya alive, you a 3 and 4 mutha fucker, WHOOPS MY BAD 3 and 5!/