E-yo, u stupid fucka, you try to sound like ur ass is black//
But the only freakin' quality I see in your ass is wack//
The sufficient skills needed to test me you're ass seriously lacks//
Cause findin' my rhymes is like findin' needles in a black haystack//
Guess who's back? Oh, it's that fuckin' Eminem wannabe//
Soulfire right now is more gangsta than ur ever gonna be//
My rhymes flow like da Nile, drivin' a path straight thru ur verse//
I put this dumb bitch in denial, face the facts, ur rhymes are worse//
You think you are Slim Shady, whitey, no one will stand up for you//
Cause they automatically recognize the winner, and bitch it ain't you.//