rite, u make me spit first, so u can bite all my rhymes --
u shud get banned from this site, for your lyrical crimes --
u cant type either, on ur name, u missed out the T --
ur gona get merked in this battle, you have my guarantee --
im not happy that u didnt tell me that u wanted to rumble --
it looks like ur messin up on perpose, makin urself stumble --
now, im sick of you, im gona abort your mouth --
and all of this shit is bcuz ur from, 'da dirty south' --