who needs an opener..when ya facing a faggot who aint got shit but a dull-closer/
you couldnt stand half a chance to me if you were a midget infront of a bull-dozer//
dont bother hitting sound-click... on this clown-bitch... cuz i never found-shit/
ya future down-drips... when you see tha outcome of this battle ya left wit frowned-lips//
this guys gay...disappointed when he didnt see elton john after he clicked-buddy/
you get ass kicked-suddenly.. more than an anerexic who attempted-rugby//
after that wack verse you spit against springs...i'd be embarassed to enter front-lines/
calm down.. you dont ever have to worry about your ryhmes being in featured punch-lines//
RB...this heros-done... he couldnt shine if he was a mirror-to-tha-sun/
so i'll leave this rookie who needs elevating at nothing more than zero-and-one//