My first victory here, guh b to sum chump named frito/
Uz just a wannabe, like u aint even a dortito/
The day u beat me, is when rap loses sound/
And the day that will happen is when oprah loses 100 pounds/
0-2 faggot, who the hell is dis man/
where the moderators at, put dis man on freestyle ban/
This nigga is fake, if ya’ll cant tell/
He like sum wannabe dat came outta the XFL/
This bout is done, sweep ur shit lyrics up wit a broom/
U didn’t even last as long as r.kelly in an all gurls classroom/
Its almost Christmas, n I kno wats on ur wishlist/
Cuz when I wreck u, its guh b my ass ur wantin to kiss/
Why the hell am I facin him? Faggot can’t even rhyme/
I should just make him like 50…shot 9 tymes/
Its really kinda sad, these people can’t witness my power/
I could make any rapper here fall like the twin towers/
since I dun like u, I should fill ya ass wit lead/
Have ya dancing in pain, pullin off the chicken head/
fire so many shots, have nuttin left but ur knees/
Give ya so many holes, u look like cheese/