Anthropolgy, you have no knowledge, see, go to college before you brawl with me/
study rhymology, then start calling me,i don't wanna battle someone who can't rhyme at all you see/
you won't get an apology when i murder you in this battle/
go ahead and run to mom and dad so you can tattle/
i rattle you like i'm a rancher and your the cattle/
it's so sad you actually thought you had skill, you're just an ass hole/
you spit out shit, expecting it to hit with a force thatll rip my shit to pieces/
but your plan flips and my shit bit your hit right from my thesis/
my level - you can't reach this, my heat is hot beatless, so scary youll curl up in a fetus/
every time you spit, you repeat shit! go back to the streets bitch/
this win, i don't really need it cuz i know i'm the best/
though some may have the talent, you don't, so give it a rest/
go build urself a nest where you can learn how to pass this test/
but know that when i'm up against you, your not saved by that bulletproof vest!!!!