yo dawg, not even ya hardest punches get ta pound me....
ay Fam u battlin me, i guess u oversteped ya boundaries....
beat u down n ya crew come jus to see wut im beatin dis bitch wit......
u da type to go threw a 'shootout' n get 'cuts' like ya avatar did it..git it?....
when u was born u wasnt told?, dawg i aint sorry to tell u im illa....
why aint u reppin in ya sig?, u tryna play barny betty n wilma?.....
enterin dis battle looks like u found da 'Will Murk U station'......
u scared to show da face of a losa, but da mask is cuttin ya circulation.....
u a fake t.i. but dawg Im bout to show da world dat rubbaband man dead....
wit u thinkin u still gon win, makes me think dat bam bam slammed ya head.....
retrase dis, u shud stay fit den u cud got dodgin n duckin like matrix.....
dawg dose a fade fit, na i'd ratha blow ya wig bak den give u a face lift......(if u dont get it o'well)


u got a good record, Dawg u shittin me, ya been.....
since 2morros thanksgiving i'll thank u, for giving me a win....



nuttin special jus shpittin lol iight holla bak at em ~!i1i!~