this battle imma murder you 100 percent,
leave a dagger still stuck in your neck, see how rough i can get
i think you're just out of luck and you're stuck and i guess
that's what happens when you fuck with the best

i'm just lookin for a passionate lashin out of a backstabbin,
eventhough you sound more like everlast with a crack habit
you spit wack so i sit back and laugh
as the entire foundation of your music collapses

it's not even worth it how i could murder you perfect
and throw you up inside of a hearse, watch you get nervous
and just laugh as you're gaspin for oxygen outside your casket
i'm baskin in the glory cuz i ripped you in fashion

it's only time before all the voters realize
that tighty whitey isn't tight at writing.. he steals lines
i spit with focus bitch you think i'm joking kid
just step to get your whole throat and dome kicked in

this battle's got you stressin, reflectin,
on if i'm gonna take a fuckin bomb and explode your fuckin neck in
you know i'll hit you with somethin least expected
so expect-it, a little verse that you get wrecked with

you're obviously not-gonna- win you're sportin more cum-spots-on-your-chin
than the bedspreads at holiday-in
say you're not gay you little girl and squirrel lover
everybody knows that tighty whites are nut huggers


get merked with the shit that i write,
get served with this shit and you might,
just learn that your shit is not tight,
already owned ya, it's over,
step and add an urban twist to your life,