Iceberg you actin' hard, talkin' lyke you've been merkin' every one//1
But look at ya record you've been merked twice as much and outdone//2
I'm hittin' ya organs till ya pissin' kidney stones, & piercin' fist threw bone//3
And when ya fuckin' ya bitch she screamin' "Why can't you make me moan?!"//4
I ain't a biter, but I'm throwin ya punches right in tha trash//5
Ya lyrics are bad, ya write down a word and lose tha battle in a flash//6
Fuck you chump, you ain't takin' dis battle if this tha best you ever done//7
Cuz mah drop is killin yours lyke tha way Tupac was wit a gun//8
You must work out & drink slim fast, cuz all you always seem to gain losses//9
After this battle, your body parts will be thrown upon various crosses//10