your about as high budget as the fucken movie was/(anaconda)
your rhymes are cooler than cancers of the bloods/

you pride that you are the illest of all emcees/
you will be when this infected needle stabs you in the knees/

you're tryin' to show off skill that you don't even have/
like 3rd graders with socks in there bras, hittin on the school staff/

you are like a unicycle, you could never handle bars/
if you did, you would end up with lyracil scars/

you are so scurred of my fists you flinch playin' rock paper scissors/
hope you learned not to mess with the lyracil blizzards of wizards/

~peace~