First off, dis kat is whack, his brain must not b in-tact/
Infact, writting ya text in bold is da only way dey gonna make an impact/
You rap for da deaf, and dance wit da blind/
Rip out ya brain and shove it down ya throat, dat way u can speak ur mind/
With evry spit ya start ta stutter and ya mouth gets dryer/
You say u gon smoke me, how?, especially when u think burnin trees is lightin paper on fire/
You gangsta? all lies, i'll leave ya mezmorized, afta dis battle hearin ya cries/
Think u can beat me wit big words, heh, dat doesnt mean increasin ya font size/