You couldn't "rap-to-a-beat" if u were "kickin' game to a track" and presented yaself clean........
-Invented a new image "on road" for da "main stream", but u'll stay a "side creek" cuz u "put more shit on tha mic" then Tom Green//1

Ya punches won't scratch me like I was "invincable", but really tha "shit ya throwin's" just "invisible"...............
Ya rhymes function like latch-key* u still lernin' rap principles,
u can't beat me and it makes u miserable//2 *("Extra Help" for "slow" lerners)

Battlin' me and my bars leave u sun-burn, cuz u fell asleep wen u was tannin' but u awakened by my thunder............
why does everyone wonder? you know he's blundered, his record's about to plunge under down to .500//3

U act like u know how ta use'a weapon**, but i fight wit ma fingers and u lose in seconds.................
Git smacked like'a ho back-word n suffer from misdirection, as for ur back-up singers use tha crew u reppin//4

I'll erase your werds off tha board like'a teacher, wen i dis-grace & defeat'ya..........
Beat'ya like'a red-heded step child cuz i covered u witta 'Bleech'er,
ignite u to mis-place ur features//5

U try to clear your flooded throat as you continue to ¤cough¤..............
Ya queer ass mutters shit like coke, ya mouth's for gay men, a Venue to get Off//6