Part his brain for some knowledge and realize theres nuttin to gain//
His Mind Filled with More air than any plane, SO i switch Lanes//
His Open wound wit gang green, My rage Can surpass the Hulk//
Spit Fillers into this kid, decapitate his lid so he becomes the Bulk//
Lock on and rock his clock wit my punches,keep him guessin and call him quasimodo cuz he keep havin hunches//(quasimodo was the hunchback of notre dome)
Spit Venom and insert it in him,So his stomach contracts wit lyrical cramps like he was doin crunches//
Sure He murks herbs hes to scared to battle vets,Deepthroat is all he does hes a catcher for more balls than the mets//(the mets are a baseball team)
Dagger Flows chop his legs for the short shop,"lets kill him now" and I say "ok lets"//
Scared to post first his verses leave him like a plate of Cookies easliy fed off of//
Cuz I just merked you a thousand times,thats more than my tru love gave me when she was handin out Turtle Doves//

Ok now u spit SInce I didnt have to go as long as I thought........And NO beef after this battle