yo, this cat thinks he gonna beat me wen he's thirty and thirty, this battles gonna get dirty, he probably spits like a fat bitch thinkin she perty/


but its my style thats gonna be tilten the scale, cause my lyrics are like ya fat roles cuttin off ya surculation and leaven ya breathless and pale/

as you can see im better then, this fuckin veteran, i got him scared so ya better run, cause my lyrics are comen at ya fast and maken a explosion like the sound of a gun/

i got all these niggas in feer, now that ya lurned ya lesson im leaven you in this battle wit tears, ya try to be an aleat rapper but ya weaker than you appear/