.......

Yea this battle you just BLOWN as if you was
returnin K-Mart AMPS// you win, gots to be FUCKIN KIDDin
like you the CHILD MOLESTER of CAMPS//

and your girl a LESIBIAN dam, I Aplaud you// your
girl TRIPS-on-PUSSY, thats why she FALLS-FOR-you//
your verses would'nt be FELT even if they TOUCH
HANDS// your punches are like puttin CIGGARETTES
to EARTH SURFACES they do everything BUT{t} LAND//

if rappin was a SPORT then you would be tha
FRANCHISE// cause tha only time you DRIBBLE BALLS
is when there's a MAN-IN-YA-EYES// it's ballistics how
I can drop lines and crush your Statistics// I love battlin
BITCHES that why your WAR PAINT is LIPSTICK//

now tell me do you really wanna fuck with Montana//
OOH OOH AH AH{monkey sounds} is what you say when
I empty this AK CLIP with a BANANA//

like rhymin BLIND to battle you did'nt really wanna FACE
ME// cause for a Mc, your skills are GRADE{y}D like TRACEY//

I'M OUT!!