Aight look

Take a peek at ur record its 1-3, looks to me like ur tha newbie//
My rymes fly past u like a tornado, turn ur lyrics into playdo//
Just to show u that mic dont play though// Yo rymes r as wack as crack// put them in a pipe and smokem till there flat //
I dont know why u think ur lyrics r tight, to me personally i think they sound white// Ur lyrics r chyldish but if i spit'em i'll put a twist and mak'em stylish// U lack a certain nack, u dont even understand tha art of rap// Its more than merkin, its applying pressure until ur opponet starts hurtin// On a lighter not i'll see u later if i were u i'd print out ya rap and use it for toilet paper!

I'm done dis is reality speackin

~Mic~