Mc Gambit, why the hell do you think you can match up with me?//
After I am done you’ll be screamin, “Where is the Love?” Like a black eyed pea//
I am a lyrical genius, my middle name is Einstein //
Ill rip off your head and take out your spine//
You have no game other than being a flamming fag //
I would rather watch highlights of Greg Ostertag//
Punk ass bitch think you can contend with this, please//
First ill steal the mic and take you out at your knees//
Then when you lying there flat on your back //
Ill take that mic and shove it up your crack//
Reality check Kid don’t use the mic and say you’re the creator//
Your shit would sound better if you used it as a vibrator//
Sick ass fuck you cant even contend in this game//
My style is unheard of and I am putting you to shame//
Gambit? What are you some X-Man fanatic//
Runnin short of words? Your brain going static?//
That is a sign that you can’t even come close to this//
What! it makes you reminisce, how your mom told you that you aint shit//
Well I am telling you again Mc Gambit you suck//
I just owned hardcore, go back how you fuckin trailer truck//


-Slim Lanky-