WHOs dis cat, gettin confused when i rap,abuzed since he claimed he was black//
BUt really hes white stained by my punches he faints to my facts//
ILL an my name shud stay out ya mouhtpeice u aint no saint but more like CRAP///
rok da block wtf?? i stay strapped wit glocks on my streets an KILL emcees//
foreel,but in this case u shud call me da murdera packin steal to kill femcees//
SAINT???never heard of ya,start runnin when i flash da skill ,tryna attemp me//
My stratagry is savagery as i lavishly dismantle ya punches an rhymes//
i got a hunch this kid packin bagged lunches an my lines//
FUk a fair fite im grippin this net thugs hair tite ,cuz our ILL he tryed to compair//
U takin thise fly weight lite,as u catch head slugs to ya dome an fall out ya dads office chair//
caution,ILL rhymes<Hard to belive but this verse is 5 minutes in da merkin of dis newb//
6-11 whos he tryna fool, took this battle challenge cuz i was 0-0 but now im bouta be 2-1 dats da truth..