tigger wouldn't even let u rap in ur city, matta fact store ur lyrics in tha basement//
ur skills below average, like ya age for ur grade placement//
taking ur self-esteem, eating ur verse alive like a group of lotus//
don't get cocky, you can't afford to let me wreck ur focus//
why look at the votes, this KO can be tallied by simple mathematics//
ur losses is like most gunz they alwayz come automatic//
you like a musilm, you don't want none of my verses like it was pork//
u should've titled ur verse cartoon because on the net it don't work//
metaphors leave u exposed like materialistic pointing out generic clothes//
even if u wrote ur shit on the freeway, ya punches still wouldn't take a toll//
if ya fall off ya bike, u might catch ur first break//
my punches startin to change ur heart like TV. shows setting up blind dates//
i just did a five minute freestyle and killed ya//
now throw back them wack azz lyrics, like old sports memobrilla!!!

12-14 LINEZ, U MATCH THAT SINCE I ALREADY SPIT MY SHIT