virginia slim, diverses-hymns will curse-ya-kin, send you spirilin downwards cause i dispersed-with-in//

hit-you-with-heat, rip-you-in-three, put tha slices in my oven till im fixin-to-eat, cause i strike like an egg-beater, mixin-emcees//

my verse could make you leak-from-tha-brain, now you speakin-insane, took away your intelligents, now your weak-and-your-lame//

i know you, you was smokin menthols, while you was puffin, i rendered your verse useless due-to-this install//

some small program, it turns ya verse from a battle to a slow-jam, i left you withered like a smoked-ham, u thought this was a joke-man.