this kids Style Like Claustrophobic-Jail Cells Theres No Escape-My-Bars/
Leave him With More Flash Backs Than Dyslexic-Girls at Mardi Gras/
Lets Be Real, his Career Been In More Pits Than Bar-B-Q Grills/
u Couldnt Be Half As Tight As Me Like Virgin Midgets Ferris Wheels/
You arrive dead on the spot, trying to throw multies it's like faking a shot/
Your lines get rocked, my punches'll leave you with more holes than jamaican tank tops/
listen we could play follow the leader and you couldnt be ahead of me/
your like a premature birth, in battling you obtain the title of newbie/
You botched it, i'm all defensive the way your bars are getting blocked kid/
Boxing kids...you could catch illness from your dentist and still not floss it/