’m in the major league, where ill rhymes are garuanteed
everybody wants to be like me, the most fitted professional MC

I’m stepping up on stage and bless all those who are feeling this
slaying you like buffy, believe me - I rip fools like you continuous

this ain’t nothing but a hand to hand combat, but dawg, I got far beyond that
my rhymes will blow you from this earth - and that is a bomb threat

my mic is filled wit flames, while all around the world they’re calling ya names
didn’t ya momma teach ya that hip hop ain’t all ‘bout games?

this industry is filled with these fake ass cats
walking around with blunts and wearing Louis Vuiton hats

you ain’t nothing but a fag in drag, you betta check your manhood
sucking on Elton John’s dick and saying it just felt so good

My beats are hot - 400 degrees, yours is ice cold deep freeze
why you even pretending to be an emcee? We all known you’re just one of those fuckin Bee Gees