Im battlin someone who ducks out on battles
Because he fucks a man horsey style wit a saddle
i heard his sons and both of them r boring
He sits at home writing and his mother scoring
Yea his career will go dowbn and soring
And whenever he raps he has people snoring
Tellin me to spit man thats not my style
At least i dont sound like this when i freestyle
Take ur dollar mic and throw it in the trash
Because from the first line u were already bashed
Im the greatest and u even said it
Look asswipe u suck now do u get it
U look like a fag that never made it through the mob
People knew that like ernie givin bert a blowjob
Ur an example of posing rapper
Well i won anyway so it really dont matter
Dont rap anymore because ur rymes is fake
Cause u whisper in every song u make
This line is good so u better fear this
U never make sense in any of ur lyrics
I remember that day that u face wreckless
The only word u came up wit was neck itch
Ill give u props cause ur white also
But i inspiried u and im the one u follow
Nothin fitz ur name so u had to choose fitz
Id be seein him eatin soandwiches and grits
Go ahead make fun of my name,watchaa gonna say
R u gonna go o but that name is so gay
See these rymes i can fuckin afford
And ull be bloody the 8th one of the dwarfs
If u want real action the action is right here
Fuck u and we can toast dat wit a beer
