Your rhymes blow harder then prositutes in a alley//
Im endin this battle faster then the Waynes Bros finale// (they didnt have a finale)

You dont have any skillz... I'll kick yo ass like Chris Farely did in Beverly Hillz//
I have u undaground eating worms and mud like rugrats Lil and Phil//

Your rhymes cant fuck wit me... Im killin this fruity bitch like he was hangin from a "BredFruit" Tree//
I'll leave your body washed up along shore of the Carribean Sea//

Afta this battle we're gonna end up on Judge Judy.. you'll ask her for an Insanity Plea// ((criminal law) a plea in which the defendant claims innocence due to mental incompetence at the time)
My rhymes will slam u harder then Wrestlers on WWE..from the highest degree..to the lowest degree//

Tha battle over.. run like u seen three terminators//
Im squashing this herb.. like i was a weed exterminator//