.......
who 'Robin' mc'ees, it's me so get the hell on..
cause in this battle i 'call da SHOTS' like bullets
with cell phones...

you all 'pussy' like the birth-of-kittens...
you have 'soft punches' you can't hurt-wit-mittens...

like 'midgets' at bar-b-q's the 'stakes' are to high...
you lookin at 'HOTTNESS' like i'm 'bakin-ya-eye...

since 'URINE' town have a seat at the 'stool'...
peeps make gestures{jesters}dat ya 'rhymes-are-the-
shit well i'ma flush this 'fool'...

boy i wonder who said you had skills cause you ain't that
terrific...
to be specific you'll die in a "pacific"type flow thats horrific..


...i'm out