I Think it, script it, then bring hell upon a fag
This battles like candy at a kids party, ‘I got it in the bag’

Im the tightest outta el centro, no one does it any better
Ya head ‘bobs’ on so much cock, they startin to call you ‘cheddar’

Im the one HERBAL looks up to, the father he admires
Burnin this ‘homes’* up like San Berndu county’s wildfires!

Busted a nut in his mom and made her scream for mo dick to eat
Ya momma’s like a bad Halloween night, all trick and no treat

Ya see? Halfway in and im sure ur bitch ass is defeated
Im like tha Miami hurricanes, constantly stayin top-seeded

HERBAL u started battling but u need tah pick a new hobby
Just to get through reading ya shit, I need at least 2 cups of coffee

Ya punches are still sloppy and ya rhyme-scheme is shot
Quit usin those big words, we know they comin outta that dictionary u bought

HERBAL’s a ‘sham’, his raps r ‘poo’, ima literal asshole cuz I straight shit on you
Drop the act quit actin a foo, admit ur weak cuz we all know its true

Quit jockin ya name, all tha bitch did was turn her head when ya needledick dripped
Tah think, ya birth coulda been avoided if my condom wouldn’t ah ripped

Or if ya mom wouldn’t ah stripped and got my dick all hard
Book me on a ‘special’ case of homicide cuz I just killed a ‘RETARD’