cant bleive dis shit, get ready for ur knockout......

dumb fuck battlin K.O. guy, might as well kiss ur muthafukin kidz goodbye//1
tell em daddy's goin on a trip for a while, cuz i leave ur dead body floatin down the fuckin Nile//2
im rappin circles around u, dumb fuck u cant escape it, ditch the embaressment of choking, find ya mouth and duct tape it//3
u porbaly sum pimpz ho so i bust this whores chin, u shoulda ditched this battle like havin an abortion//4
i read ur job description, found out bout ur subscription to "Gay Magazine" for your gay porn addiction//5
i cause friction but not the kind u think, my lyrics'll smack, instead of ya ass smacked by a dink//6
u like an obeses bitch, not wanted in any way, but therez "7 grams of fat" so stick to subway!//7
ur vocab is wack and ur punchs are played, so i rip to peices so u cant heal wit band-aids//8
ur diggin ur own grave with ur lyrics as ur shovel, u aint "ready to rumble" u juss wanna battle mumble//9
i spit on ur grave and walk by in one stride, do u have pride, when u have 0 votes and i have 5?//10
ur death has been handed to u on a silver platter,cuz im da illest mc and da dopest fuckin rapper//11