My pen was out of ink when I finished this shit
Cause I pressed down on every word that I spit
Ya could be made by Wrigley's but wouldn't Excel (Wrigley's Excel gum)
Every word you wrote-you had a dictionary to spell
Watch me blow by you, like I'm equipped with Nos
I am the future, bitch...welcome to your 7th loss
You got punctured lines, watch as they deflate
Couldn't take me lb for lb, if you had Fat Joe's weight (lb=pound)
I must be cruel the way I speak how I do to you
I'm only pointin out your flaws, like givin you a clue
Your shit didn't even hit, so how you gon' brag?
The laughs on you, when you're zipped in a body bag
Battle me word to word instead of line to line
So I can literally kill you when comittin the crime
This guy admits he's gay, says he likes males more (look above his avatar)
He aint a real man, he keeps panties in his drawer
Battlin you was a complete waste of thought
One of us is hot...can y'all spot the not?
I guess I should end with somethin to hurt your pride
Fuck it...that's already been done and seen worldwide