im bout to kick a real freestyle,not sum prewritten shit like urs,bend u over like a bitch,and have u on all fours//

call me a ass bandit,im bout to rob ur ass,still all ur shit,and dump ur body on the moors//(in devon england)

ur rap was corny i cudnt stand it,ur not in my class,u better ask for sum talent off santa claus//

im gonna straight up merk u,this will be over so fast,ull be left standin,stuck on pause//

ur flows were corny,call it a rhyme,dat shit sent me to sleep like a book a bedtime//

tryin to be personal,first of all,u got dat shit confused//

u were writin bout ur self,in thoses lyrics u used//

what sort of name is big lou,the only thing big bout u is ur gut,u eat a lot,IT SHOWS//

bet u never seen ur toes,how u gonna pull the hoes,with a sticker on ur back that reads WIDE LOAD//

now ive got my first win,for people to vote for u,dats a straight up sin//

ill c u in hell,watch the devil give u 50 lashes//

then imma burn u wit my heat,roll up and smoke ur ashes//

next time u wanna battle,u shud fix it,act lik ur fashes//(john fashunu caught fixin football matchs)