this nigga wanna battle outta nuthin but greed
i think this nigga dry an my rymes will fulfill his thirstful need
on chicks like a buetiful beed i'm bout ta come of and pland my lyrical seed

now time for battle

yo Jshook i'm takin over in an instant
you taken notes from my rhymes like u was my assistant
u prasistant but that ain't all good
instead of seein u i'd rather see an axe chop up wood
rip me u wish u could couse i'm tight like the noose around ur neck
if we were runnin for mayor of raps ville i'd be the one they elect