I'll turn TAG into a transvestite,got him(her) trying to pose like the girl in his picture/
This kids throwing bad strikes like a tired-out pitcha,the M.I may of missed ya,but the STARAEDAR is definitely going to hit ya/

Try and print my lyrics,you can't touch them because my lines is sharp,leavin you with paper cuts/

My lyrics will leave you mentally challenged,everytime someone ask you a question you like uhhhhh.wuh(retarded voice)
I'm robbing your house like a criminal Santa/
Didn't your mom ever tell you not to battle against hot kidzz gotta teach you some manners/

Everyones trying to punk me because i carry the magic pen in my pocket/
My lyrics will light you up,got you exploding,blasting off like bottled rockets/

You can't step to me like you running towards me on a fast,downwards escalater/
My rhymes will leave your breathless,got you looking for a resperator