Aight look...

Vicious shots leave you holier than the Koran... Accuracy leaves you sweating bullets/
About to ice another tech-fall... against a cat with a name cornier than cats sporting mullets/
Man this cat is wack, spittin lines so played, I'm starting to call his drops throw-backs/
Punches leave you on ya back, Why duck a sure win... You can't beat Chrit, just face the facts/
You crew's rep precedes you... Fuckin biters destroyed the rep that I made/
Thats why I should just slip you and your fearless leader... Yeah I'm comin Biteshade.../
C'mon dun... You aint a thug... Just another overhyped netcee/
Beat me? C'mon, you just mad I refused when Mad Man PM'd and tried to recruit me/ (Productions You're in if you want it. - Sent by MadMan)
Sorry to destroy such a pretty record.. next time Chrit calls just duck and run/
Cause you connected with a punch is rare while Chrit's beef is always well-done/