this battle should be a peice of cake/
you wouldnt have a chance if i was half baked//

you call yourself baby boi/
this mean you still staying at home playing with your lil toys//

i spit rhymes from the brain/ been spittin since you where playin with your lil train/ your like a wrecking ball your hangin to me the crane//

your rhymes are like reading the cat in the hat/ that shit is just straight wack/ you battling me you def gonna want to take this back//

now your old enough to go out and get a girl/ notice i said a girl n not a god damn squirrel//