yo, im gonna do this kid in with hardly any thought, he still needs to be tought, with the weak flows he brought/ even if ya put ya flows up for sale in a garage sale, so ya lyrics would never get bought/

well i guess ya got cought, up in ya hustle, but ya never got ya foot off the ground its like ya prophets minus a double,( ya no prophets double but the other way around)

ya so weak ya couldnt even be a two hit wonder, vanilla ice's music could even keep you from risen up, so youll always stay under,

its because ya cant let ya mind consentrate, its to complicated for you cause ya minds stuck in a playboy magazine, sein, who the playmate, of the year was it was elton john ya idol and sole mate,

so just relax ya mind, and take the time, to see, how shitty, yo wack ass spits, i'll tell you what ya shits, wack like i.c.p. but ya far from a juggalo, more like a jiggalo,

ya never will be able to rip, me up in a battle ya just a fuckin biggit, i got you to submit this battle you forfeit