I left ya parts dangling from trees, head spinning and star-spangled
The only blows you sending unclog MC's pipes so I"ll call you drano
I'll peel ya skin, your "weak with words" so I'll kill the syntax
Ya skill is rif-raf, sear ya corpse while I spit flames so your soul will feel the impact
Better stay anonymous, puncture holes in your esophagus
Choke on your own spit to think you''ll win is preposterous
Ya Flows ample, I'll leave ya words trampled
I'm still wondering why ure in such a hurry to be man-handled
It's like the W is in the stars the way both are always out of your reach
You couldn't find "common sense" with a metal detector at a beach
Wait a minute! I"ve just won, has anyone flinched?
Someone call the cops, this Brotha's been Lynched!