I spit rhymes fasta then cheetas run/
Ill be hittin you up with disses and you wont be haven fun/.
I can rap fasta then a old person bitchin me out/
Its true I tryed it out, but im gonna be tellin you a story about/.
Me, ill never be late for a battle/
And I will be winnin this dabate/
About me bitchen you out with the greatest hate/.

Don’t you see I can bring my game/
Every damn day its you to blame/.
That I out battled you and you sounded lame/
Im gonna be comin to the pros with lots of fame/.
Its gonna be alright when im not a lightweight/
Anymore it will be better for me to win some fights/.
Cuz I got the height its easy to sight you in the knight/.

So be carefull what you say to me in the long run/
Cuz trust me you wont be haven fun when im around/.
Cuz I got lots of rounds with my gun, so after that I wright this rank noun/
And then barry you into the ground then you will be found as a blood hound/.