erybody sit and and stare//
while i make this foo vanish in thin air//

came at me swingin like his rhymes liek he was tuff//
u cant beat me lyrically so wassup wit tha fistacuffs//

ide hate ta be in yo spot center stage gettin chewd out//
i can tell rappin dont work for u so go write a hook fa no doubt//

im on tha virge of makin ya chest plate evacuate//
u got at me first but it was too late now im stuk spittin up in ya face makin ya eyes water like cans of mace//

monkeydude ya finna get smoked like i packed ur lyrics in a bong//
ur prolly a fat ass nigga sittin on tha computer lookin like donkey kong