It would be a 'shame', ta say your 'lyrically fit'//
b4 u play dis 'game', ya 'bars' need ta go ta da 'gym-n-shit'//

Do a couple'a crunches, ta improve ya 'punches'//
Ya verse belong in 'Notre Dame', wit dem ugly 'Filling' hunches//

See Meks 'wrote-ta-fame', no 'need ta spit'//
Ya text 'spoke-ma-name', ya eyes 'reed "Tha Shit"'//

You couldn't 'Throw Hot Punches', at'a -Still Target-//
Not even if ya 'fists were flames', and u were able to -enlarge it-//

I see you 'give your all', wit every verse you spit//
Cuz ya brain layin on this thred, it looks murked as shit//

You claim ta harness, on Rb, lyrics tha sickest//
But Meks aint locked down, y u lie ta da newbie bitches?//

See, nothin too personal, just my 'Light Weight Advice'//
First'of'all, i take that back, ya gurl, I 'Might Rape Twice'//

Ya lines need serious 'fixin', 'immediately'//
Not that type'a 'technician', but I'll put IN the 'W.E.C.'//

I can tell you wak, but i ain't never 'herd ya spit'//
Fuck it, I'll just shoot you in tha Ass ta 'murda ya shit'//