aiyo...

I'm a lyrically mischeivious battle rapper spittin devious,
the sun couldnt "beat" this if he was a hand and I was a penis,
I'm the meanest, most illest rapper ever to drop bombs on his ass,
He could have a lyrical race with himself and this bitch would still get passed.
I dont know who the rookie was that said you was tight,
but whoever the fuck that rookie was, the son of a bitch lied,
see, I came in this battle lookin for competition,
but instead all I get is this doctor suess bitchin, your punches aint hittin,
and your shit just dont flow, the only way you'd get it to is to spit in a toilet bowl...
Unconscience actions will end you up in a "no win" situation like this,
This battles not a conversation, its a con-FRONT-ation bitch...
You actin like the bastard type, and disaster strikes when I blast my nine...
This cats worried bout fashion designs while I'm flashin my style.
If you paid me a penny a second, it still wouldnt be "worth" my while...
I'm versatile on every drop and contractin this evilness to the core,
even if you packed your verse with "beef", you still couldnt "feed the poor."