Yo,

You call yaself Iceberg cause you crashin inta one, /1
Talk stealth like you Nice Words but You Dashin on da tha Run, /2
I'll leave you wit no place ta be stashin ya plastic weapon, /3
I Believe ya face has been smashed in-ya tongue like elastic strecthin, /4
Your Lines Out Passed my direction, You sent you rhymes on'a disasta pro-jection, /5
Bitch, I'ma state the future of your livin /6
Quick ta make-do Past of ya division /7
You Winnin this battle like I'ma Fast on Thanks Givin /8(not happenin)
Runnin over your Ass like I Got Tanks Driven /9
Your Punches are Poor, but you think you like Lloyd Banks wen Spittin, /10
Your Functions are sore, i broke the Toy dat "STANKS OF WRITTIN" /11
Ya Conjuctions SOAR, u a joke flow dis boy high in tha Ranks of Mis-Fittin, & Thanks ta this Kittin, /12
I aint gotta come hard to leave his spit Sank and hed bed ridden, /13
27 wins is my new claim, say hello ta 39 *losses* in this game,
Ice wit 10 More Costin him them my name /14
:::::::UNLIKE YOU:::::::::
I'm Nice witta Pen Whore I Bossed you and left you lame, not Slicin a hed for u ta get caught and left wit shame /15