I'll keep my mouth shut, His sig says only speak when spoken to,
Cuz his spits is in 1 ear n out the other...Your whackness i'm immune,
You sound scratchy, Wit more break ups than J Lo,
You wouldn't be good in this battle...Even if ya wore the Halo,
Game Ova! You lose I win, Let's just call it a truce,
Ya right, I'll sack this bitch as if my alias was Smith, Bruce,
Hit you wit a duece, cuz you'll never be around a 1,
Your fallin behind, Like all battles you contain L's istead of won's,
Askin 21 qeustions, I'm not relatin to 50 but Curious George,
They say you'sa a dick but you a pussy to me...We're unsure!
Kid is like a Juice Box drink, Only half of him is pure,
Your shit kid, N the other half stinks...So i take it your manure!
Only when ya asked to battle genorously...Is when ya Pleased me,
I'm livin in Harmony, Hard like Bone, It equals to me takin this E-Z