MC's Don't Have To Crap On Your Writtens, You Already Got Shit-For-Text/
Spit Complexed But Your Rhymes Are Logic Explanations To Why You Bit-From-Vets/
This Bitch Is Next, Like A No Armed Retarded Person, This Kid Can't Test/
I Should Buy You A Fuckin Janitor Simply Cus You've Always Been Messed/
Don't Talk About Being On TV, Like Skydiving Basketball Your Songs Are Played-Out On The Air/
You Need A Twin To Win Your Battles Cus Your Poor Ass Is Cost In-Paired (Impaired)/
Ya Lyrics Are Destined To Twirl Down The Drain, It's An Inevitable Twist-Of-Fate/
Logic Words Are Worthless, I Should Send Em' As Presents To The Buckeye, At Least You'll Be In A Gifted-State/
Kid You're Meltin Like A Hershey In The Desert, The Staggerin Heat Disrupts Your Anatomy/
Your Whole Brain's Like A Molar, One Incisor Leaves You With A Mental Cavity/