so why u battlin Meks?//
cuz your lyrics have no use, like a bunch of rejects//
youve got about as much use as a broken tipped pencil//
youd be better singin to a barbara streisand instrumenteral//
whereas my lyrics are as solid as crystal//
bitch, im gonna murder u wiv my lyrical pistol//
my lyrics are like magic, and a spell im about to cast//
and it'll send you so far back into the past//
you'll be like a boat sailin against the current without a mast//
and when we get the outcome of this battle, it'll be you that comes out last//