well dawg u were right about one thing that guy sucks ballz/
couldnt be juicy if he renamed himself biggie smalls/
trips and falls/before a mic's even in his hands/
that guys about as ruthless as his 8th grade fans/
but ur only a step above 'em/ya bug 'em/push 'em n shove'em/
but youll never front on my shit,my lyrics you luv 'em/
aint that right mothafucka? you know i aint playin/
the only reason i posted this shit was to contest what you was sayin'/
cuz it doesnt sense/if his shit dont clear the fence/
your shit does a face plant and smashes into cement/
i havent spent all this time/listenin to rhymes/
to hear this mothafucker drop nickles and dimes/
as lines/it reminds me of someone i knew in junior high/
said he luved hip hop but little be known he lied/
was a tried and true/pop culture guru/
so he listened to backstreet,not blackstreet who knew/
this guy was such a loser anyway ur like him/
but i think you get the point so bitch im PEACE-IN/