ok here we go

Xl4 don't know how to battle, always tryin' to spit below tha belt//
But swallow ur pride bitch, cuz when it comes to lyrics, you'd need a blank page to show ur wealth//
You gonna be leavin' this battle with a fat ass lip//
You wack-ass-bitch, need to have a decomposed moldy burrito to have a (w)rap-that's-sick //
I should call you Van-Damme-Kid cause you go beyond a clod(Claude), only talent is actin' hard//
Have to use ya daddy's master-card on hats to say u put caps on charge//
How can you think u attack with bars? when every opponent you've has has LAUGHED it off//

Finish
Xl4 quit the actin'-ur reaction in a fraction of a second got me jacking when ur wallet beckoned//
I'm the next generation bringin' it live to tha nation, while rockin this radio station//
My mouth an mic cause a chain reaction, So here's ur invitation to get blown up like cartoon animation//