Ur last Hits Im sick…Ya battles are Wack We Read Them//
Ill ‘Stick tha Mic in ya Ass’ In Other Words I ‘Wrecked-Em’//
(rectum)
he let me spit first To get ‘Above him’ with Wack Tunes??//
You Couldn’t Come ‘Clean’ off tha ‘Dome’ If U had Rap-Shampoo//

Ya Raps are Fluke Juss Face it Duke Ur Scared-of-Me//
Ill ‘Embarrass’ You Like ‘John Bobbitt’ Skinny Dipping with ‘Ron Jeremy/

Ya scaring me Kid Listen Ill Kill Ya Random-rants//
You Could ‘Stack Monoply Cards’ and Still Don’t ‘Stand-a-Chance’//

Ill Kill ya Mans and spit Bullets as I Unload with Tha Clips//
And leave Everything above ya ‘feet’ Black and Blue Like u “Run with tha Crips’//

Follow tha Roads To Hell…when I spit Tha Curse Worsenz//
Insight “Strugglin For Nice Line” Like Ali Writin In Cursive//

Sniping on Purpose Ya worthless I wont receive any Braggin-Rights//
Cause Like “Porn Vets in Virgin Roles” You Only “Acting Tight”//

Fightin ya life Dies Im sighting ya Weaker Verses//
And “Throw You from a Moutain” so we can See Ya “Peak Performance”//

Ya Life has No Importance Im forcing ya soul to Be Missing//
And “Im Pissing On You” Dawg Cause Frankly Im Tired-of-Shitting//

Rhyme in suspension Ima Kill You Witness My Key-Phrase//
Ill Have Ya “Heart” Pumpin “Less Beats” Then a “Armless D.J.”//

You Tha Most Harmless Filled with Hate Face it Im Greater Fool!!//
Perfom Lyrical Math..turn Ya MetaPhores ..Into Meta-Twos//

Sweating you Dude Never! Coulden’t serve Me “Nice Lines” if I Ordered some Floss//
And Ill “Rip ya Eye Sockets Backwards” so U Can “Look Forward to Loss”//

I spit Venomous chords with Force Of Bullets So Start Duckin//
Watchin Tha Act From Tha “Back of tha Crowd” so stop “Frontin”//

Start running dawg U already Knew That You Loss Right-Away//
Only Time You “Fuckin-Hot” is If ya Stuck Ya Dick In a Micro-Wave//

Slay tha Gays and face Facts Im Knocking ya out with Punchez//
And Spit “Fabolous” Rhymes For Killing so “Holla Back Young’N”//

Thuggin? Yeah right I’ll Murder ya while ya Standin In a battle Stance//
Kid Couldn’t “Spit Nice” Lines with Ned-Flanders-Saliva-Glands//

Pardon My Rants But Ya verse Is Sinking faster Than Brick Boats//
But You’ll be “On Top” cause Unfortunatally “Shyt-Floats”//

No Jokes Im Stoked For this Battle..but Tha Kid can’t Match-Me//
He Couldn’t “Run Shyt” In a “Diarhea Track-Meet”//