You don't wanna battle this emcee from the Verbal Rapists//1
My rhymes will mutilate yours, and you will cease to exist//2
I'ma use blades that'll graze ya brains lyke a laser that rips at high octane//3
Your lyrics are whacker than a dumb nigga who be high on "cocaine"//4
I'm sick of you rookies, and I'm fuckin' tired of you losers//5
You can't harm me online so why even bother connecting computers//6
Your rhymes I'll melt with the hotness I spit wit great finesse//7
You got no style, no flow, and your record says you'll neva b a success//8
You raps are so garbage it seem lyke you got little kids writing ya shit//9
Ya lyrics are played lyke R. Kelley punches, but you still ridin' his dick//10
Your ass couldn't DE-FEET me if you took a blade to mah shins//11
Dawg, how you gonna explain a loss to a guy wit just five wins//12