Spittin Gainst me you just make ya rhymes 'Parallel' to Garbage,/1
Cuz I'm Throwin' Fakes to tha Curb and you Punch with no laterall target/2

Couldn't hit me if u was a marksman, EyE change ya vision to Darkened/3
Shouldn't Spit cuz You Singin like Kelly Clarkson, You'll Real-EyeZ pain wen you livin dis-heartened/4

I'll scuff up and slice your word-play, to show the scratches on and in the surface,/5
You Cut wit A Spice the Herb Way, flow never matches it's on and on and werthless/6

You Spit and Cant Earn Dimes for your thoughts/7
No Shit You'll Learn Rhymes-I'm Your Boss/8
Wen Lit I'll Burn Spines and Leave Vertabre's at Cost/9
Determine Crookid Fines I Beleive you to plan to Murder Me's Lost/10

I'll "Spare" you the Embarrassment, Take it Easy For A Minute/11
Tear you~the Last Pin Standin, Then Break Your PC cuz it's been 61 Seconds/12

You Can Pre-Dict The Forecast at a Win For Your Broke Ass/13
But Me-Quick to write War Fast and Spin cuz my Storm Dont Pass/14

I'll hang this Victory over your Head like a Stigmata be, I Bitch-Slapped you to you 0 - 3 /15
You Sang History and I Red(read) that you Fat Bitch Product See,
Kid-Napped your Win and Own it "4" Me/16