I'll Rush S.Dots Dreams like A Sheep beginning to Panic
Even better, I'll Sink his Dreams like ppl Asleep on the Titanic
My skillz are tighter than American Penis's enterin Petite Asians
You should be Banned frum RB like Cigarettes near Gas Stations
Your OVERATED, lol that was ya Verse I think your Name Was Hacked
My battles Never get Slepped on, like Bed Time sessions after Crack
After this battle you'll have learned your lesson like kids on 7th Heaven
You said your Dope like Crack? Then Explain being Six and Eleven
Your like a Plain High-Jacked usin Exacto Knives your Methods are Pathetic
Fuck Topicals your Scared of real Battles, if U joined the Army you'd be a Medic
More losses than wins? Seems to me with success you can never Elaborate
I always spit Hot Temperatures, Enough to make your lines fuckin Evapourate
Only Time u constructed bars that work were Train Tracks under a Christmas-Tree
Like Cold Fronts Colliding with Hot Fronts, C.Dots Basically Under-Me
U wish you could turn back time b4 excepting this, But U dont have Zeldas Sword
He's complaining about giong to Real War with me, How's he expect 2 be a Warlord?
I got U More Scared than Marijuana Smokers takin a Sample Pee
This Bitch wouldnt be able to Burn-Up while Dancing on Extacy

And drop rapping..........

Cuz you wouldnt be Slim 'Shady' if you Sat 'Under a fuckin Tree'

LOL uppin warlords