Round 1 chump, this kid is gassed plus faggot your feeble/
A bullet shell will air out your thoughts, and deflate your ego/
Most ferocious, when rippin Free spits without the lotions/
Now he doesn't spit at all like the years of Teburculosis/
Fuckin with me, my shine makes this kid unable to see/
I'm writin out this battle, and yellin fuck a Free/
The king of this game, rapin this pussy it's all same/
So I gotta nut in the hole... like Sadum Hussein/
I'm changin the game, make a change of your mind frame/
Now they call you 50 Cent, cause your missin half of your brain/
I'm Jeepers Creepers, kill you, create something respectable/
Make glasses out of your flesh, now you're a spectacle/
Your little to nothing it all, probably fall/
Not smokin when you drinkin, you ain't matchin the bars/
Matchin to spars, you ain't cappin it off/
Don't got the vision to beat me, and even if you had the site, I'm hackin it off/
Your rappin is soft, like you packaging glass/
In a numerical line, your infinite, so your placing is last/
