aight hold up, aint casual mean relaxed?/
but you sound like a fag with a pine cone in his ass//
another no name in Round 2 for to slide past/
seems like a pretty good deal but whats the caj?//
youll get flexed man/
shit, im rockin casual right now in a wife beater an sweatpants//
i seen your picture lookin like mr.miogis child/
this kid got more immigrant in em than elis island//
slant eyed bitch almost blind, i mean yo?/
im wonderin how you even write with your eyes closed//
he like half an asain mixed with a quesidilla/
an that shit on yah lip aint savin yah looks either//
as for the tourney its a nice day in the park/
but instead of a stroll outside ill make a casual walk//
so when i battle you expect to catch a jab or two/
wanna know how to sound wack? just act casual//
an i would say your styles wack but i gotta be discreet/
cause your last round sound like a retarted version of me//
but you pretend son, think youll win ya dead dumb/
ill yok this chicken up like cutlets an bread crumbs//
i seen yah gay songs about the bitch that run over ya/
he cried when she bounced like trampoline phobias//
an first round really didnt settle the score/
i thought doctor beat ya ass like you was bein born//
so this faggot gotta know he gettin smacked backwords/
wont see cajual in round 3, im done half assin//
i think its funny though you truly are a sad geek/
postin songs off yah own album sayin album leak!//
but in reality/
if that shits a leak id pay a plumber millions of dollars to fix that problem//
cause your shits so wack, an drub is straight trash/
an i may be junq but at least my stuff aint ass//
its the end kid/
cause this tourney a black tie event an cajual in round 3 aint accepted//
