since you THINK ya rhymes are tha SHIT I'll
slap ya BRAINS out-ya-ANUS// if my VOICE BOX
Collaspe I'll still beat you Rappin in SIGN LANGUAGE//

Claimin you RoYeLTeE dam kid you been watchin to
many episodes of the OSBORNES// the only SPACE for wack
Mc'ees like you is where STARS-ARE-BORN// you like to start
BEEF but really you're not MARKETABLE// you try to spit
FLAMES but GONNAREA BITCHES would'nt make you
SPARKETABLE//

You could'nt ROC shit if you wore JAY-Z APPARELL// my
PUNCHES leave you Laying LATERAL// then I'll take your
Ghostwriter Soul for Collateral//

driving a CADDY must be your style cause STYLE you
still LAC// treat you like a Blown Head Gasket as your
brains get PEELED BACK//...........

I'M OUT!