look at this lil bich,he gives us lies bout why hes wack//
jus like the lies his mother gave wen he was born without a nutsack//
i saw your previous battles blud,u got strait smacked and butterd up//
the line bout u not havin testicles goes with your name,buttercup//
ill take ya number, go on a date, ill fuck u up like serial rapper//
rip ya pussy with a knife like scissors through the daily paper//
i swiftly-beat-ya to a pulp,whith vocabs u cant even tell//
how u talk bout usin MC wizardry wen ur ass cant even spell//
i lock u up in eternal education,becus its learnin u will do//
ill twist ya neck and breack it like Busta,have u lookin like a screw//
i see Smith "Willing" to take ur place and hide ur ass in Pakistan//
u bitchin with excuses why ur wack is worse than saying that u ran//
so with no-further-a-do i bring to you the winner proud and oh so graceful//
I ate this faggot-fast-and-easy,and "HER" meat wasnt even tastefull//