why you call yourself alphabet when you can't even recite 'em/
you should call for help, cuz afta this you won't be able to hold the mic an'/
you will brawl and miss, your disses are shit, so boy, you better stop writin'/
my words are fists, i'll give you a black eye without physically fightin'/
the words that slip off my tongue, the words i say through my lungs, they hung you up in a fungus tree, one that's humungous, see/
yeah my words leave you stung, numb from being so dumb, make you run to the sun, son your the youngest wanna be/
Emcees consider your shit empty/
don't tempt me to blow you wit plenty of lyrical bentleys/
quite frankly, this battle rap is a felony/
cuz i already won, it's done, son go get yourself a remedy


that was 10 lines, exact, so don't go over cuz i had to shorten mine.......i'll be waiting for yours, peace!