*Gets on stage, knows 9th the fuck out...
...Picks up the mic are glares at Mim...*
You guys are losin' respect in the game... like gay men who kiss...
If it was a videogame Mimesis, You'd be on the level of Sega Genisis...
Sendin' this "Tag Team" packin' but not with a semi-automatic...
9th degree's habbit "fiends to blow" like many crack addicts...
Im back at it exterminatin' roaches, gettin' rid of RV's pests...
Yours flow bugs me, especially because you think its the best...
This should be called "Star-Wars", never stoppin' the fight...
I'll cut off your arm like Darth Vadar so you drop the mic...
9th Degree's wife wants me, becuase I'm the iller rhymer...
Time for you to retire old timers,... I just killed your fire...