You claimin i gots no brains but i still rip this wack cat wit no game/
Your rhymes wouldnt be 'dope' if you was spittin out cocaine/
I might be a new Mc, but if we battled youd still lose to me/
This shit aint nothin new to me, your as hot as 2 degrees/
You could never compare to Joy or these rhymes im rockin/
Your punk ass is about as hard as a ball of cotton/
Droppin dope shit, this cat aint toppin my text/
Im a man, yall got me out here dissin on the opposite sex/
The way i spit, you'd get ripped up in detail/
I'd jump thru this screen and hit u but my moms taught me not to hit females/