who is this man,tryin to battle me,he dont understand,what it takes to be a real mc//

you got ideas above your station,i got the punches,ill take my time to place em//

cos i shoot wit deadly accuraccy,my mind is like a rhyme factory//

bitch u got a big head,u cant back up what u say,i read ur rhymes,dat shit is gay//

thinkin ur shakespere,ill shoot u faggit,and end this right here//

u call them punchlines,i heard better rhymes spit,at work in the lunchlines//

u cant throw punches,like u got a iron hand, but ur arm is too weak,to use it//

ill lift up ur arms,stick up up ur ass,wield my welder,and fuse it//

the onlyshit that cums out of you is from ur mouth,ill play wit ur weak ass flow,get my dick out,and abuse it//