I'm serving this cat up, like this a chinese kitchen...
thoughts of you beating me and wearing the tie are purely fiction...
you think your ill, challenging my position, you must be dyslexic...
your whole style is played, i already funkmaster flexed-it... (spun it)
your out of your tempeture zone, like polar bears surfing some waves...
your style is broken to fragments like a crushed bag of lays... (fragments = incomplete sentences)

Sup...Lets get some votes...