Kids ask bout ya Name...Their amazement Puts-Out about The Stranger,
Only time You-Seek-Pleasure is when you Put Holes in the Wall...Now you a Banger?
8 Ko's because they didn't know the battle was Present n ya considered them No-Shows,
How-Low dawg...That calls for a dispatch of Yo Belt after i Pelt you wit Numerous Low-Blows,
Kid calls himself the Lyrical Assasain...When really only time he went Big is when he Wrote-In-Catpions,
You Amount-To-My-Rappin?...Only when ya prepare ya own gifts...N "Bow" to me in my Satisfaction,

As folks may see, Wallbanger must not like to Fuck-Around,
Cuz only time he gets Laid...Is when my lyrics Put-Him-Down,
Fooled-Like-a-Clown...Make the frown permenantly In Place,
Best you finished was 2nd...only because we're Face-To-Face


spit soon