u expect to rhyme good when u cant even set up a battle right/
i am gonna merk u dawg....and my punches are gonna come so strong u'll feel like ur in a fist fight/
your a fukn fag, so lets not dwell on da past/
ur gay- ill take a picture of my rear end so u dont forget my ass/
my punches will destroy you- they're muthafukn phenomonal/
ur a girl, u wont fight bak, so u betta start gaurdin your abdominal/
i could bet the world that ur punches wont hit, i know they wont, but ill give you credit cuz you tried/
u aint even a rapper - u sing like Mary J Blige/
U think ur unstoppable... bitch dats impossible/
u cant beat me cuz my lines are 110 percent untoppable/
u know now dat im full of nasty - assed - class/
but what happened between me and ur mum is now in da past/
my words hit fukn hard muthafuker, they're freshly aqquitted/
ur a fukn momas boy-you wear all the shit that she knitted/
im the type of guy who knows you wont do good/
my lines n rhymes will take off and keave you in the hood/
i probably know more than you bout' ur childhood, i know for a fact from you are from a circus/
but im gunna have to break it to yo, ya mom sent you there on purpose/