Looks at the crowd and say’s wow this should be quick

You should know...battlin' me like askin' the devil for a deathwish,...I hold you soul and style in my palm
Instead of death...I grant you something more fittin' for you...i submit your horrific face to uglypeople.com!
you surviving this battle, i'd call that a fucking narrow escape
you wouldn't hit a sick punch if convicted of abusive rape
I've got more "surprises" in this package than children’s cereal.
You can't know what's ahead of you like a "blind man" "foreseeing" a miracle...
battlin me? thats heading in the wrong direction like giving blowjobs to a broken compass
i'd say you suck but dude you blow more than hurricanes passing through trumpets
this verbal castration, will leave you 'jacked' worse then 'masturbation'...
the only time you was 'off the meter' is when you left a 'cab waiting'...~
As I put the squeeze on you like a python , I cut your "arms" off so you can't "catch" on
End your fuckin "career", and destroy the "floor" so you have nothin to "fall back on"
I'm issuing you a beating worse than the inglewood police department
your punches are as effective as keys belonging to a world trade center apartment


Drops the mic and leaves