Imma have Outwrite about to explode like punctured Propane//
Get ya a "psychiatrist" cuz my rhymes will drive you "insane"//
You don't fit in, lookin like the cardinals gettin Emmitt//
Give ya a week to write ya verse and you still wouldn't be wit it//
White Out is tha key to Outwrite's defeat's//
This kat's bleedin out tha ass like a dog in heat//
But put ya notepad up, it hasn't helped you yet//
You know he's scared, I mean look at tha bed it's wet//
Hold up, Wait, Up tha ladder we go//
To drop you back down, TIMBER, watch out below//
"Write Out" your problems, maybe we can getcha sum "sense"//
I'll give ya all my "loose change", and still ya head will be rinsed//
Search for ya home, or yet lets Refresh this page//
How you supposed to win when you battlin a rappin sage//
Tic toc, Sorry dog but tha bomb's about to explode//
OUtwrite didn't stand a change, he was still in cleanin mode//
I'm hea to show, How Virus can make this bitch green//
The Machine that has you witta Trimblin Spleen//

aight spit it