Homie Couldn't Be-TEMPERED If He Needed-To-Blacksmith!...
And ILL?, Not Even When He's-Tethered To His TEMPA-pedic-Matress//1

I'LL Up The TEMPA-ture When My Lines-CEL-YA-THIS-Art...(CELYATHIS/CELCIUS)
And Send-Ya-Verse Into ORBIT So You Can Say Your High-In-The-Charts//2

And He Says I SPIT-After Cuz I Love Them-Sweet-N'-Sloppy...
But This-BASTEREDs Been On My -STEM- Like His Meters'-Used-Unproperly//3
(Regular METER And Rhythem,Goes On The End Or Beging)

Daym And Just-Look At All Of Your -Punches-...
Never Mind Jokes, Just-Look, It's Sad I Gota Show You What You Should Come-With//4

Says He Can RUN CIRLCLES Around-Me, But Not Even With Geometric-Math-Tools...
Cuz He Has No FOOTING Around-Me Like A Leggless-Track-Crew//5

Tryn Be-Defiant By Sayin I'll Do 10-16 Instead Of Within-Those-Asked-For-By-Me...
But He's-Lying About Not Listenen-See,Cuz Just Then-He-Didn't-Go-Past-Line-14!//6