you little muther fucka you call me faggot your a sap/ima roll you up and smoke you cus your ability to rap is wack/
nothing you say can hurt me but my rhymes are harsh/they will have you lost like seeking through the lost valleys of marsh/

and i can find it in my heart to say that this battle aint fair
cus i know each of my lyrics will leave u gasping for air
this is only seven lines so inabit now im out/ ima have u wandering streets like a fucking larger lout