Ur a Pheasant, Capcoms best Servings R just my Lyrical Scrapts
His Taste of Style is Dryer than Magic Markers with out Top Caps
No1 takes U Serious, Like Club Raves Screaming 'Roofes on Fire'
Ya styles Messed out of Proportion, like High Intensity Blow Dryers
Ya Gettin Owned n' Used, Like Male Preying Mantis' after Mate
This kids Battled more Newbs than African Country Fertility Rates
Ur lines are as Consistant as that group called Diomond Mindz
Failing Tests is the Only Way Ur Performance is Getting Signed
Just Stop, Cap Wouldnt Explode as Continuously Dropped Pop
Ur gettin Shook From These Dirty Hits Like Face 1rst Wit Cleaning Mops
I'll Destroy Capcoms Surface like Summer Outdoor Hockey Rinks
Ya Answers in Battles R never Consistant makin U The Warlords Weakest Link
Warlords should turn on u Faster than Werewolves wit Full Moons
This Cunt wont be able to Kill Me, He's battling a Looni Toon
Seeking Ur Crew Spot, I notified ya group so They'd Turn-To-Me
U wouldnt be given Votes if this was an Party Pledge Ferternity