I'll key a verse, just to see his hearse, leave at great pace//
Call me *7-UP* the way I slayed and Eight(Ate) his face//
Slayin emcees to the max? You must be shittin//
You can't beat me even when 99% of your bars are pre-written//

With a battle record of 0-4, You shouldn't make a call-out//
I'll add another loss to the pile, watch his tongue stall out//
Your at a loss for words, watch me enthrall this herb//
Ball on this nerd, make him wrap his Jaws-on-curbs//
Step out, then kick his teeth through the back of his mouth//
Too keep you out, They should hang a sign on the front lines saying no faggots allowed//