lyrical! 1-87 is the score dat u'll get//
if ya try tah hit me w/ fake threats that're worth shit//
cuz YOU'RE tha motherfucker in dis rap that's whack//
you try tah talk smack, an I'll smack yer ass back//
cuz I-- know yer whack, an can't stand tha fact//
that I'm STILL better than you wit a (battle)record like that!//
you stupid fuck, yer like a pair of jeans wit out tha denim,//
you're a rapper dat can't rap, you're a snake wit out da venom//
still, fuck it, it ain't nuthin that u're a friend who won't befriend 'em//
i'll leave ya bruised in tha gutter, ya letter sender who can't send 'em!//