Every so often gotta make a fool out of a man/ But shit nah this bitch ain't eligible for that/ I heard your raps and they blow/ Vadim RFV Is DOA and TKO/ And on the real tip I'll pummel you/ your alphabets a letter down dawg cause you ain't never seen a W/ Your raps are harmless/ if you're an artist/ you're garbage fool/ you drew a dope cat in round 3/ And I don't really get it/ This dude like up and coming canibus dealers he wanna be dope/ I'm hittin' bitches like Kung Fu/ This little dude hittin' pitches I wouldn't even try to/ Faggot I've ate fruit harder than you/ Got a quick meal this round and I ain't even like fast-food/ Or even drive-thru/ when Chris in his stride/ Y'all like Ethopians chasin' a piece of the pie/ Dawg you mispelled parrallel/ oops my bad/ You just got an overabundance of L's/ Your battle record speaks for itself/ in the fashion of a wack emcee rockin' the mic/ You talk nonsense you winnin' is a dreamer/ This cats a bigger loser than siempre skeemer/ Well maybe not but you're a still joke/ This black dude wanna be white like vanilla coke/ Dawg you ain't scary/ and yo Vadim ain't present in the finals like his name in the dictionary/ You make no sense dollar for dollar/ is like money for nought cause dawg you ain't nothin'/ Fuck Vadim and your ebonics/ Aiiyo Chris got this round them millionaire alcholics/ And just to finish with my signature move/ I drop a Russian soundin' cat like them Soviet dudes/
