In this race im like a fat person, bette believe its you im over lappin/
Fuck this bitch Fedrick, your fuckin wack battle verses gave reason to invent the trash bin /!

Man Your verse wouldnt get love frum Cupid, all ur lines are stuck on stupid/
This bitch is guna burn, my words are fire and my saliva is the lighter fluid/

Lyrically, after this verse you'll disperse, consider this dumb fuck history/
You can't spit wit me, I'll heat this chicken on a stick, style rotisery/

I'll end ya blood line when i cut off ur head, leaven ya skull by ya legz/
Fuck ur punk ryhmes, they wouldnt be above mine if i was 6ft unda and half past dead/

I can flush Fedricks head down the toilet and he still wouldnt be the shit/!
I give him 4 bars before he's stuttering like Gareth Gates and that'll be his spit/

Im rupturing ur weak structure from steady to critical/
My punches are intentional while ur's aint even existant like the hood wit no criminals/

Its almost judgement time Fedrick, make sure ya lookin both ways/
YA STOCKS RUN OUT, so ill end this battle like Martha Stewarts Cooking Days!/.........................


Uppin....................votes.................... ..