Create's shook of enduring my lyrical rounds,/1
I know if i met you you'd be as dumb as you sound/2
You're simply wack, imply devine intervention,/3
You rhymes so bad their beyond comprehension,/4
Your probly poor like your rhymes, a cigarette, burnt and beaten/5
You'd have bills if you consider a joint as central heating/6
To win, you'd need a miracle from Jesus Christ,/7
But you're rhymes just irritating, like you got head lice,/8
You a poor motherfucker, I'm like Al Capone/9
You so poor you ain't got 50 cent for a payphone/10