You were given your chance and you blew it real quick, sounds like I'm talkin' 'bout what you do to a dick/
I'd like to help you out but I aint down with you, your rhymes couldn't hold my attention if they were covered in glue/
You'll never be nothin' in this rap game, nobody's listenin' to your beg for fame/
In the end you're gonna choke, and in your own tears your soul will soak/
I aint worried about what you're gonna spit, because I know you're skills-they're illeterate/
Come on now dogg you're skill-less like a pop star, my rhymes out-weigh your's by far/
You gotta be dreamin' if you think you're ill, you should wear a shirt that says "I Need Skill"/
You and your style has totally sank, I would still beat you if I left my post blank/
I already won by now for sure, I'm like a disease without a cure/
Sorry dawg it needed to be said, you just flat-lined you're officially dead/