I don't even know why i 'waste my time' and 'disgrace ya rhyme'//
This 'race is mine' the 'pace is flyin by' and even sayin u can flo is a crime//

i aint playin bro this 'match is mine', oh u didnt know? u got 'facts'ta'find'//
i just beat u in 'straight sets' and the serve 'got at ya mind'//

Shot right to the dome, now tha werd gets right at ya home//
What i say is true, this is rightfully known, ya momz ma dick she's jus blown//

ya rhymes are 'condensed weak', they couldn't 'raise tha bar' at they 'strength's peak'//
u climb 'cement steep' just fo my 'skill ta meet', u 'will be defeat',
i'll throw ya 'werthless sense' on tha 'concrete'//

Wen ya 'mind's on the block' the 'red streets' speak for themsleves you got rocked//
ya eyes 'lined up wit ma glock' u fed sheets, u weak and redy to be popped//

Try'an pull sum shit now, we snipers by da flock//
Ill Delinquintz accurate, posionous bite like vipers, afta we rap u need'a shot//

Will it be scotch, or vodka, either fuckin way i'll drop ya//
Watch, I got'ya, you tried duckin me but i stopped ya//

You say u smoke herbs? But you lack T.H.C.//
Choke on werds, you can't look at The Hole Concept see//