prepare to be merked......

feel ya chest concave, when i spit my first wave, my first line conects and send u straight to da grave//1

six feet underz where u'll fall wit out a doubt, u like a hooker after i blew(spit) my load(verse) u booked da fuck out//2

u didnt spit a personal but if u did it wouldnt last, u juss wanna be freeway and fifty hopin they go *gorilla* on ya ass//3

claimin u cant be reached,but as a fly weight u shouldnt be classified, cuz spitten to reel mc'z well make ya record leave u unsatisfied(losing)//4

i load my glocksette(glosette=candy)aim and then u scream *Oh henry!*, u shouldnt have started this beef, shoulda stick to choclates and dairy(cowz make beef and dairy)//5

my metaphores is to much for u like tappin sum ass,ur lyrical pre-mature ejaculation preventz u frum completing this task(task=win)//6

he claimz to be da "franchise playa" and he'z da lyricist extreme, but when im finish hiz franchise record will drop down to 3//7

itz over fast by line 8, like pop up bookz, but u couldnt spit gangsta shit if u coughed up crookz//8

he challenged me to a battle thought he'd try, he worked so hard but didnt spit one dope line//9

claimin he'z "def"("ill") but he'z been beatin wit da "wack" wood stick, if we all had hearing aidz we still wouldnt give a shit//10