You think u can beat me, thats why I chuckled//
This gonna b a hardass ride so make sure your buckled//

When you on the stage spittin yo rhymes//
You aint really rappin, you given the crowd extra nap time//

I havent heard u rap yet but i no your wack.. your name tells it all//
Your skillz lack.. your name says u have no game..to me you just a punchin ball//

My rhymes are murderin you "IT" killin' little kids wit them scary ass teeth//
At the end of this battle... ur gonna b wearin the dunce cap and imma b wearin tha Bay Wreeth//(wreath of laurel foliage worn on the head as an emblem of victory)

215_Karats?.. you as real as "bugs bunny" //(bugs isnt real)
I suggest u give up rap.. and leave that ugly ass bitch u call "Hunny"//

You a 20 yr old nigga takin on a 13 yr old Pimp//(20 chek pro)
My rhymes are gonna beat u down.. u gonna b leavin wit a limp//

Everyday u check the mail afta yo nap.. theres always one from mommy//
Even yo mom knows you cant rap.. she beggin.. "Tommy, leave rap... become a commie"//(juss usin a random rhymin name.. dont no his real name and commie is a socialist for communism)

Hey nigga.. dont hate.. juss pretend that ur winnin record is still at a steady equal rate//
Come on.. you gotta have fate.. holla at me wen u go from gay.. to Straight//


Uppin fer 215_Karats Verse