I gots to be "blunt", you got a 'bird brain' And ya rhymes are "feathery"/
since "knowledge is power" i'll "Hit ya" with a "DICTIONARY"/

"Verbal thunder" plays "havoc with your head" like a Public "X Ecution"/
My lyrical skils "play" faggots like u, leavin u "seekin retribution"/

My "fusion of producin'" and "freestylin", makes me like an "institution"/
Fuck the side-talk, take a Breath, and you'll notice YOUR LOSIN'!/

Grasping with Gats and assorter weapons, X's Starve kids Forever/
I copy+paste this kids verse, then buy it, cause Im a 'garbage' collector/

Dont battle me dog, you come up blank just like your mind had farted/
Your whole verse was like a Special Ed Cafeteria, cuz every Lines~Retarded/

I sock a dyke, Cross ya eyes, I win this battle, Lock it tight/
You could be wearing a #23 jersey, and still couldnt 'Rock a mic'/