When i start out writtin my battle i kan already tell its gonna be an easy kill,
as im sittin here writtin these lyrics that are o so ill,
my rhymes are poetic they are o so real,
his rhymes are pathetic hes da kind that would neva get a deal,
ive seen his lyrics dey fake wack n gay,
i kan beat thizz man wit one line any day,
my flowz are like a gun deyll blow out ur mind like an ak,
he be da type dat suk dik in da corners n get no pay,
his mom keeps sendin me messages on myspace,
complainin to me sayin, "How kome im not on ur top 8",
i be like bitch shut da fuk up n pay me my money,
she put it in my hand diz shit be funny,
battlin aint nuttin to me but u still a rookie obviously,
i already won this battle n i kan say dat honestly,
lets see u write a rhyme but it wont compare to mine,
remember dizz like a kodak moment as i spit a few lines,