This kid thinks he can 'jerk-my-mask' just because he 'BEAT-a-FACE'/
Ill 'DELETE-this-waste'..'Move-UP' then 'INSERT-his-spine-LEFT' and give his 'BACK-SPACE'/

I Paint Pictures With My Words and I’ve been labeled a Pro Stylist/
and I Toss Instruments Of Torture because I’m known to Throw Violins/

I Own Five Percent of the game, Dissect With Words I’m a Known Scientist/
and for this kid Victory Is Like A Team because there’s ‘No Eyeing it’/

i bet you he comes with the same ol'...Gay told Lame Jokes/
You're bout ta get an L..and I'll even throw in a KO/

No Contest, im takin this belt, ill beat your fuckin tounge, leave your spits with welts/
ur lyrics are like yard-sales, already-used, u only call urself HOT cause under-pressure u melt/