Ayo...

Your career took a dive off the deep end, there's no reason to battle you/
Claming you wear a 'vest', but walk on the shallow end of the 'talent pool'/
X Ecution? ya cords'll be in pain...when I rip you vocally and morally/
Must be a "tooth paste" salesman how you give out so much "oral-b"/
You got the hardware to battle, but forgot the tools for the bench/
Battling me you screwed yourself, I just handed you the L n wrench/
I'll rock you fast to sleep, watch me flow to this bitches heart beat/
Ya rhymes just 'aint kickin' like 'infants in shopping cart seats'/
I'll carve a face in your head and dig your brains out like they were pumpkin seeds/
Call me tha 'Ashton Kutcher of this rap shit' the way i 'punk'd' emcees/
You got a straight record, only becuase you battle non-veteran-hoes/
Truth is you couldn't be on a 'top ten list' if you wrote on tha 'David Letterman Show'/