I seen ya rhymez...they look like garbage that I found-dispersed//
I would shit on ya name but I gotta learn how to pronounce it first//(what's ya name???)

I got this battle on lock...the moment I seen ya verse I had confidence//
so when I say that you ain't shit...you should take that as a compliment//

you may think you "the man"...but that's only until ya lady-is-taken//
this ain't a battle...it's a "barbeque" the main course is "Canadian-bacon"// (he's Canadian)

speaking of which...this canadian'z bakin' when I rhythmically torch-ya-with-rhymez//
I'm scorchin'-ya-mind... I "ain't got beef" wit'chu but I had pork-that's-devine when I torchered-ya-swine//

everybody get the fuck back...I'm about to slaughter-this-clown//
if you actually "concentrated" on ya verse then I just watered-it-down//