yo u werein a durag, why u just a fag and my rymes will make u gag fag // fuck this battle u cant win and win i do im gonna sip sum gin// thats two lines and this battle is mines, for me to take, and in a couple more lines ill put the iceing on the cake// durag im gonna kill u and put u in the coffin and fill u// u cant ryme but mine, there better than the new york time// i aint got no crew, but for u i wont need one// whats the matter u wanna fight well than your durag must be tied to tight// uh oh i got u there and u probably aint got no pubic hair// there go eight and for this battle u better be late// this battle is over and i hope u find a four leaf clover//

u spit now