man, yo' rappin sounds like a benzino track/
ya can't rhyme all ya good at doin is takin smack/
1st round KO, by now ya already in tha ground/
but I aint finished, Imma keep on this till you feel like you've been attacked by a bloodhound/
And when yo' found, I'll already be crowned/
Yous actin like obie, but this battles as whack as eminem vs moby/
I could take you like I was kobe/
I'll take ya anytime, anywhere/
Then we'll see whos a hidin behind their computer, betta say a prayer/
I know these lyrics aint too complex/
but they're enough to prove ya should be sent to the whack lyricist commitee by fedex/
ya know ya cant match my flow/
These lyrics even make ya duck fo' cova, damn bro/
Dis is Whatup spittin in 2003/
Why dont ya just pack yo' bags and flee/
or soon I'll hear you plea/
cause ya know you can't stand up to me, tha hottest mc/
I coulda took you wit one line of a freestyle, it's a fact/
Now Imma finish this diss, hope yo' all packed/
ya too pathetic to waste my time on stay off my back/