Ayo' sorry I laughed, battle me? sorry you asked//
if you had batteries attached to ya flow, you still wouldnt last//
i'm killin yo' ass, van damn style, glue guaze and glass//
Rap-pad, whutt'er you a bitch emcee on her ragg//
sex playin me kuz you madd, and all dressed in dragg//
quit lickin ya lips and clench up ya fist//
you phukin wit sLiC? neva not even if I was a bitch//
getta grip, and take yur thumb outcha asshole//
I'mma spit in circles til dis Rappad is unwrav-old//
kouldnt suck in and audience as a black hole//
sLiC breakin da thrash-hold//
you'll getcha kneck krushed and yur legs smashed//
call dis nigha steak'n' eggz how he see me and Break-fast//
sLiC aint pussy, but like pussy, I'm not to eat//
you spit for defeat and get ripped and rocked to sleep//
fifteen? a baby emcee witta few posts under his belt//
but this lil boy kould be at micheal jacksons house and still wouldnt get felt//