Ur a Pheasant, Feebles best Servings are just my Lyrical Scrapts
His Taste of Style is Dryer than Magic Markers with out Top Caps
Takin U Out quicker than Petafile Teachers with Students 2 Lunches
Scratch the Minded Gimmic, First Part of your Name Describes Ur Punches (feeble)
This kid is like the Ghetto, His Structure is Broke and Poor
Kids past Record was a Drag, So He Erase his Battle Score
No1 takes U Serious, Like Club Raves Screaming 'Roofes on Fire'
Ya styles Messed out of Proportion, like High Intensity Blow Dryers
Notice I Don't use the Term Herb Cuz I have Originality
Ur spits Aren't Very Exciting Like a Pot Heads Personality
Ya Just got Owned n' Used, Like Male Preying Mantis' after Mate
U Used 2 have more Losses than African Country Fertility Rates
Failing Tests is the Only Way Ur Performance is Getting Signed
Your lines are not Consistant, We can call them Diomond Mindz
(Crews falling apart)



There u have it