this is a battle to the death and you're about to leave in a hearst//
I woulda spit first but bitin' my rhymez is the only way this kid can feed off my verse...

you bout to get raped like little girlz who chill around the Vatican//
so keep ya lips closed like nympho'z practicin' abstinance...

tido can die slow cause you like to recycle rappin'//
the only way that you could have "cum with ill shit" is if you bent over for Michael Jackson...

tido...I got 1-9 to leave 3 holez in ya skull to deaden ya mind//
if I go back to the past and decapitate ya ass you still couldn't be a-head of ya time...

I've regretted to find...that you like to pack a gun in ya sock//
I'll go to ya hood just to look at how you run-in' ya block...