starta
What is wit that son?, why you got to get all emotional and start gettin erect/
Its just a battle grab your head and watch the two brain cells rattle i detect/

yo
My shells will enter your chest like planes entering the twin towers/
Except these shells wont be leaving your body, multiplyin you pain and increasin my powers/
Leave your guts spillin out on the floor whilst i take aim and hit you once more/
You wanted to battle me, against your own will son, now prepare for war/
Put tha mic down son, stop tryin to suck it, it wont come after a while/
So take this as a lyrical whippin, you've lost yet your ass continues to smile/
Like mother like son, she smiles when im hittin it whether from the front or the back/
Please run out to the store and by some soap so the bitch can clean her crack/

*finisher
See we can take the further than a lyrical battle, if your strapped then come and meet me/
But you were mistaken if your were hopin to diminish my lyrics and defeat me/