u can't match my wisdom, just like in this battle this cats a victim
u think the graffiti on ya arms makes u street... cuz that shit looks like Vandalism
keep actin like u a battle rapper; from this angle u got it wrong see
sometimes u look like a Shotty horror... but ur dome was directed by Rob Zombie
I've beat legends u lost to, KO'd u last battle & my skin's clean & manly
I don't need to see eye to eye with ur forearm tat... To know Inside ure green with envy
grow up & face reality like a man other wise this flunky's doomed
& It doesn't make u less of a dirt person cuz u been stayin in ur moms laundry room
I'm in ur crib right now banging her & that info got u shook in ya bed
bitch, u act like u can hang... Till I pop out of the back of ur door with a hook to ur head
U coming at sharp for closing a battle u lost, so stop tripping u bitch
as a mod u were a crooked 'fuck, u' got a Middle finger that was givin u tips