Like a blind person you can't see the light/This a fight in the night, I darken your sight//
Time for a lesson in Rapology, take a seat/Put ur verse on the street but it aint concrete//
You a slave so here the shovel, dig ur grave/Stuck ur head in the ocean but no brain wave//
Get used to that 0 it aint will never change/Wouldn't be able to hit me if ya fired from close range//
Your verse was like me receivin a shit stain/Just reading it caused me eye strain and pain//
You release so much waste, like pissin in stalls/Even as a b-ball coach you wouldn't have balls//
Call yourself a pimp because of your clothes/Tie girls to a rope, the only way u could pull hoes//
Your like a bubble that hasn't yet been burst/This battle has a new title: “The Best Meets the Worst”//
Worked at a gift shop, got fired, u couldn't rap/Ya didn't know this was comin, like a booby trap//
Look at these punches, it's like I'm Muhammad Ali/This will result in a KO, the referee's at three//
I left you in the dust when you were chasin my verse/You still couldn't back your shit up if you spit in reverse//
Back is against the ropes, my hand 'round ur throat/“I'm merked, ya even got my vote” was your death quote//