I 'dish out punches' that leaves him 'fucked over' like 'smut-dealin'/cut-squealin, i put your 'intestines in ya hands'..you losin is a 'gut-feelin//
come as hard as you want but i stay on top cuz heres no way to attack-me, i pack-heat/ audi stays 'runnin this kat like Distance runners 'at track-meets//
dont test me dog, my 'bars is hard' like a 'chrome erection'/
i tone-perfection, its proven ya whack at battles...YOU SHOULD STICK TO THE POEMS-SECTION//
i'm quick with my message, i deliver letters wit ya shame-enclosed, flames-composed/i 'dug up enough personals' on you that it left a 'grave-exposed//
Audi makes him leave the sight like a ghost, you fear-me, BOO/
hear-the-truth, you say you like to 'think out loud of ya illness'...but 'no ones hearing-you//