Yo verse couldn't be electrifyin' if you spat in a pot-a-static
At gettin' losses after losses, yo TradeMark is "Automatik"
I ain't gonna show my verse early, cuz this ain't no show and tell
How can you be a lyrical menace, when we kno you cannot spell? (1)
You throwin' a personal punch, is like a baby not bein' whiney
You try and hide yo no punch verse, by makin' yo font all tiny
But I can see right through it, and I'll have you gone, jus like Biggie
I'll merk you so bad, you'll go back to frontlines, jus like yo siggy
Like Pedro in game 7.... I'll have yo ass rattled
Kid, you're so fuckin' wack, you even sleep in yo OWN battle
I ain't the one to tattle, but I gotta spread the word
That you spit verses more blank, than the shit of a fuckin' bird
You think you're 20/20, and that you're the perfect dude
But yo record is 16/20, I guess perfection ain't for you (2)
My verse will make you faint, and you'll be so shocked about yo loss
You'll try to leave like Rachel... but dude, there ain't no Ross (3)
Like toilet paper and tissue... man, you're fuckin' soft
I don't want homos on my dick, so get the FUCK OFF!!!
Lookin' at E Looch's avatar, is the only time you'll have cash
You predicted how fast you'll lose this battle... in a "flash"


(1)- look at his AIM SN
(2)- his sig says 20/20. And his record is 16-4, also, 16 out of 20 (16/20)
(3)- friends finale shit. Basically sayin' that people won't stop him cuz he's wack if he was tryin' to leave.