Kids say that ure gettin' ill.. that's the shit that got me the most//
Cuz for real, it's more like NY and Spain...you're not-even-close!!//
The side effects of ur lobotomy-shows that ya flows are obsolete//
And u makin' no progress like runnin' through tha sand in soccer cleats//
Quit pretendin', despite-ur-actin, ur fright-reaction shows...//
Graffik's chances of winning just shrunk, like Michael Jackson's nose//
Man ur wack as a bitch...my last win was just a slap on tha wrist//
I was more intimidated when Graffik wanted to battle with this!!..//
Keep fuckin' around....ya gonna get smashed to molecules//
Ur like fab workin' solo....tha way you rap without a clue!!//
To finish my line....I don't give a crap about u dude...//