your rhymes don't make sense, you just say what first comes to mind/
you find words that rhyme and put them in adjacent lines/
man that's fine if your a beginner, but you claim your a winner?/ see now your just lieing, so now your a sinner/
i just ate an hour ago, but it's time to feed my mic dinner/
but eating you is only gonna make my mic thinner/
my words devour you like hot, stingy acid/
sorta like they're the king of magic/
they dissipate your rap shit/
and create new shit like a blacksmith
sometimes other lyricists call me houdini/
cuz when they are hearing this, they think i'm a genie/
keep dreaming about ur future but ur skills won't get you bills/
all they will get you is opponent thrills and filthy kills/
i'm still at the head of this game/
every opponent i have faced has experienced shame/
lame, without a brain, un-tamed, strange thangs/
craving fame, but have no name, low range thangs/
so xponent get experience before you come and attack/
either cut the rapping or come at me only to step the fuck back