Dam I spit like HELL, but I'm Heavenly Sent//
afta this battle ya RECORD will look like a GOAL
LINE Defense{5-2}//

you should be Ban, sorta like Kissin a Nun//
you get JERK from tha Mic, like the KICK from a GUN//

son of a Bitch, naw you just ah BITCH-OF-A-SON//
I laugh at ya DROPS, like you SHITTIN-For-Fun//

if you don't make it in rappin,well i guess it's
Back-to-tha-Park//
you mad i PULLED ya Hoe CARD, dats right I JACK-ah-HART{Heart}//

physically I'll fuck up your EYE-N-Other EYE//
you going out BLAZIN, yea if they BURY you on
the 4TH-OF JULY//

I'm the MC thats gonna NABB the W like DONAVAN//
my Punches leave you SHOOK like Ray Lewis if you
Run In FRONT-OF-HIM//.......real quick