this kids blacksash, so weak he couldnt give me a fuckin rash/
burn this kid to ash, such weak rhymes could never make cash/
couldnt even make potatoes mash,and only way you win is from suckin off bash/(no beef bash....it rhymed)

i'll cut out ya salyva glands so you cant spit/
but only time you can is after suckin ya moms tit/

i be runnin the streets makin new beats/
this kid cant take the heat, he's cookin like i cook meat/
and you'll be followin, not spittin swallowin/
you see a dick and you dive-rigtt-in/
you still laugh when you make a sin/
when i kill you i'll put you where you belong...a trash bin/
cause your garbage...you sound like a kat on a violin/

got a picture of sum dude up on ya sig, thats real gay/
he looks like a fighter...somethin you cant be anyday/