Aight look,

Dis kat thinks his rhymes r tight, but if u step up to tha "Mic"//

I'll leave you lyrically frozen, causin ya rhymes to desinigrate, and immitate what there not//

I'll drop my rhymes on u as fast as a gun shot// Kill you wit da glock all ova my stage//

Leave u emblished, just to show you that a "Mic" dont demolish//
I got you wrote all ova dis lyrical peice of paper//

Have you so sick you so sick you'll start breathin water vapor// I no dis mans sittin at home thinkin what to spit next//

But all im thinkin is who im bout to kill next// So what maybe u r
3-0 but everybody here knows that ur rhymes dont flo//

I read ur last battle it sounded kinda corny, next time write ur rhymes a little bit slowly!

Im Done dis is Reality Speackin!

Mic~

But everybody knows it you a