So ur spittin like a whore wiv a mouth full of "cum", ur spittin wot ur supposed to swollow cuz ur shits soundin really "dumb"/

You may as well be a 1978 "chevy", cuz wen u turn the key then its black dust that comes out and to move forward ur just not "ready"/

You’ve got about as much class as a 1985 ford escort in a crash "test", the drivers lyin dead and the cars "messed"/

You may as well be that ford escort cuz like it in a crash u got no "hope", but this isnt suprisin cuz ur rappin like ur high off "dope"/

And u cant decide whether it’s the dope getting to ur "brain", or whether it’s the "pain" of losin this battle u cant "restrain"/

I’ll pull out ur intestines and tie them round ur "waist", cuz this is not a battle, it’s a slaughter and my times goin to "waste"/

I may as well attach it to a dumpster with the shit ur spittin "out", ding ding, thats the last noise you heard – I won this "bout"/

And your lack of talent is makin me feel like the battle equivalent of prince "naz", my rhymes worth more than his diamonds, but their solid "as"/

But your rhymes are as weak as diluted "piss", my skill is makin you taste worse, and makin you sound "ludicrous"/

Tho your mouth sounds like its got "shit" comin out of "it", im sorry u failed, it’s the target of my standards u failed to "hit"/