listen bitch,

man i walk around wiv treble 6 on my head/
battlin me u shud walk wiv "999" on ya head/
u rap like u on a diet while my spits xtra "phat"/
wack boxin gloves down ya throat n u stil cudnt spit punches back/

u'd only rhyme 4 the money, thinkin its funny/
that u doin more "bitin" than buggs bunny/
your record reads out at 1-8/
4 fuck sake u must av been bitin from ja rule n ashanti's mixtape/
i grab the mic n lyrically rape niggas wiv no stanza/
cos im "ILL" to the bone like i got skin cancer/
n wots your answer? lines that luk like they've been stretched wiv an inhanser/
handin wins out like a charity shop/
drop the pipe n the welder~cos you'll never make a bar so u mite aswell stop//

rite now you!