i guess two hours wasnt enough half of your shit didnt rhyme/ now all i gotta say to you is better luck next time/

o yeah and about your crew i was one of the first selected/
i told them no so now your ass is the one feeling rejected/

read my verse slowly than write your self a little note/
cause first ima show you it them ima shove it down your throat/

your the kind of person i look at and you hear sighs/
i didnt back away take this money and get a doc to check your eyes/

another thing ill "throw back" is the mic to you so you can spit something intelegint/
your rhymes our wack and your structure needs to be more elegant/

the only shit that you will ever wreck is your own verse/
cause when spitacular spits it's a known curse.(people dont wanna hear it)

ill give you some advise if your gonna continue rappin/
next time dont just sit there like how the fuck could this happen/