This battle's my "warm-up", soon we'll see who's "hotter", clown
He told me not to melt him, I won't, his raps are already watered down
Got ya frown from bad dreams, of this defeat, nighty nighty
Spots of brown stained consistently throughout ya tighty whiteys
It's likely you got a big ego 'cuz wins you got plenty
Yet you see me and in ya skull you know you green wit envy (avy)
Sonofisis said you cheat, fess up, spill guts
Oh well, you're raps vampire, even if you bit you'd still suck
You're killed slut, don't have a fuss, you good at punchlines? (sig)
Mine will make ya jaw slide like the beads on a abacus
Take ya Ice Pick and jab it up, to the shit you talk, can it up
Panic but-tons you pushin' like me to leave ya splattered up
Against the wall, head smashed, no brains like bitches wit good morals
You get knocked the fuck out, like ya sig in ya hood quarrels
Basic'ly you're "screwed", reign shorter than "fuckin' midgets"
I had a 10, now you do, your losses are in double digits...