This shit is like Rocky, im gonna box ya and your'll end up battered//
Cos im a lyrical master, i ent no raster and your'll end up shattered//
Im the king of this hill, you bin poppin pills to try and improve your rhymes//
Your tryin to be a bad boy, wiv ya faggorty hand gun tryin to commit crimes//
My freestylin is professional, whereas yours just ent suspensful, im a pro//
In this battle you suck dick, you prick, your not a rapper your a damn hoe//
Im gettin down to business, your rap wat is this, your suppose to be freestylin//
In this battle your being merked, you pussy, I can garantee after it you wont be smiling//
Your lyrics are not successful, In this battle your losing, u hav no style//
You wanted to be in 8mile, but you were rejected, and this battle you hav lost by the size of the river nile//
So i fink i hav won, because you want to run, cos you know my lyrics were as hot as the sun!//