M-80, I thought you were gonna do us a favor and quit
It's getting annoying listening to you spit the same old shit
And every time that you rhyme, you tend to end in seven lines
It keeps you off balance, that's why yours aint stable like mine
But please don't pay me no mind, you don't have it to waste
If you were a bit sharper you'd beat me, but that isn't the case
So just give me my space, or you get knocked into place
In the corner with a dunce cap and a frown on your face
Crown Royal fits my taste, so I just guzzle it down
Get tipsy, get pissy and await the next round....