The only legacy you have, is a handfull of the wackest-rhymes/
Truth is you couldn't get, a verse written on a chrome note pad-to-"shine"/
You have no chance in hell, like playin monopoly-with-satan/
If you think your dope, your either dreadfully wrong or awfully-mistaken/
You think that bolding your text, is actually bettering-punches?/
When this newb-crunches, like mass suicide i dead-em-in-bunches/
Look at your record, you can't even-say-shit-your-minus/
I would quit dissing you, but i can't "stop" like i need-my-brakes-fixed-at-Midus/