U claim u got skills but display none,I cant stop wont stop rippin u so u can call me a young gun//

My flows hit MD like hurricanes,I’m a call u missy elliot cause u cant stand my rain//

magic u battlin me a guess u wanna rest in peace like big pun,I’ll leave u like wycleaf callin 911//

This nigga verse consists of weak flow and basic disses,this nigga tryin to battle me when he don’t know what a bar is//

These verses are so hot they gonna make your screen melt,You should call your style hollogram cuz your words seen but not felt//

ill dissect ya past, infect ya present, destroy-ya-future,you dont fit in the rap game like Yao Ming drivin a mini cooper//

U couldn’t be lucky in this battle if u had 100 4 leaf clovers,this battle is like tha XFL cause its fuckin over//

It dont matter the course, Mdust's ass been hit more then the Clippers backboards,bee youll always be the wack whore suckin the dick of this rap lord//

a lyrical war im rollin and crushin like boulders,magic you best to put a cork in it, just like Sammy Sosa//

I like a hardcore gangsta always ready to bust,u can all my rhymes stainless cause they do not rust//