ya rhymes "blow" like hookers-on-knees...
how you carring "iron" when you have problems
shootin-the-breeze...

say you don't prewrite, man i just don't git it...
cause ya flow seems a "lil suspect" like lined up
wit midgets...

yea I'll take ya "iron" and put shells-to-your-ear...
and garuantee it want be the "ocean" that you hear...

you say you have skills, dam i can't call it...
cause my punches create "mad buzz" like a angry acoholic..

you live in a nice hood with a sign that reads "no thugs"..
ya crew "weak" with no "iron" they low on blood...

here's ya first loss, now ya rb career is scarred...
cause my punches made you "lose balance" like "account
fraud"...