Sir lancelot, why you lance alot?
You ain't in the middle ages man you must've forgot//
Oh and by the way your fuckin ryhmes do suck
They ain't felt...more like felt from the smell of butt//
Cause there ain't nothing goin on in that pussy ass dome
There might be fuckin but the fucking's on a screen at home//
You got the balls...to go and diss someone unknown?
Well i'm unknown and you're known as the man without flow//
But you go, keep on goin posting, lookin for gold
You have a better chance lookin for gold inside your nose//
And who knows...might find something in there
But your raps are done so sit down here's a chair//