-Intro- IllThoughtz bout to get killed off, real talk // how you ever win a battle? you aint ill at all // you feel it dawg? yeah, you real real soft // i'm on top of my shit like a ceiling (awww) // 1st round you get'a bye (how you figure that yo?) // cause you battlin' Joe, so kiss your ass goodbye // you reppin' Florida, that's good, you gone need some magic // cause I'm bringin' the heat so take a seat faggot // how you ever make finals with those wackity rhymes? // every single round you would'a had'ta battle a mime // you a waste of human flesh, should'a just stayed semen // you couldn't get the win (wind) if it was hurricane season // *beat change* - talking - hook 2x: If you really think ya gonna beat Joe // You better hope for that dick ride vote // Fuck hurtin' you, I'm coming and merkin' you // hitting you where it hurts, in ya stomach, gettin' personal // you a nerdy dude, ya win's low (Winslowe) like Urkle's crew // and speakin' of Family Matters, Im'a tell you how it matters son // how I fucked Jessica (his wife), I'm the daddy of Madyson (his daughter) // the only time I place 2nd, is when I'm 2nd to none // Im'a bastard son, that gets plasterd & come's // to ya house after 1, ya girl's askin' for some // I splatter some cum, on her ass and her tounge // and I ain't talkin' bout ya wife, so do the math & add it up // - skit - I'm jokin' dawg, I ain't gonna rape ya ugly daughter // but Im'a break her bummy father, & take his hundred dollars // your like bait, in'a lake, full of hungry water // I'm the snake, that waits, for prey, Im'a monster // I ain't losing to a faggot, so motherfuck gays // I've never been served, I only eat buffet's //