the poll is closed i already won, u couldnt beat me if ur mouth was gun,
i'ma enter the matrix and show u i'm da one, i'ma kill dis dude just fo some fun,
i'ma knock ya back into da sixth grade, dats when u learned poetry and thought u could get made,
thought u could drop beats, on da streets, we the best of em, but u gonna get dropped like da rest of em,
i dont wear a vest cuz i can't be hit, dont pack heat cuz i aint scarred of' shit,
i been spitten rhymes since i was in da whoom, i be spitten rhymes when i'm in yo mommas room,
sorry dawg dat was a low blow, but so is ur mom she sucks dick fo sho,

just a lil sumtin g unit