Battlin me is like fightin a brick wall with cut knuckles/
I hit you in your gimp knees with my big BELT till they BUCKLE/
your styles like a limp-dick, wimp-shit, straight dead-meat/
you couldn't EXCEL at lyrics if you wrote SPREADSHEETS/
just like a retard, you think-hard but spit dumb shit/
you couldn't CATCH a win with your lyrics if you used sub-MIT/
I COME-FLIP this game like I'm here screwin a GYMNAST/
I ain't worried, you can't snitch, you're a wit-less witness/
I know I got you scared, cuz even your nose is runnin/
I put my fuckin dick in your ear, so you could hear me comin/
I'm runnin this shit here, you runnin shit down your thighs/
quit starin at peoples dicks, it's won't make you a PRIVATE EYE/
like your inbreedin COUSINS, this is the shit you RELATE TO/
you thought people were SNEEZIN, but they were sayin I HATE CHOO/
If you spit some tight shit, I would be so amazed/
you couldn't ink tight lyrics if you printed this page/
no feedin on my shit, even though I know you want to bite it/
just the thought of sayin my lyrics got you feelin excited/