i'll rip timmys spits, like it was plain~deliorious
see i aint playing i'm serious, my brains~mysterious
like a cerial killas, constantly its on the move
timmy u can't get more realla wen u know ur gonna~lose
so wich beat u gonna~use? they all fuckin suck
and for u to win me is gonna take u sum luck
cuz i heard ur last battle and u sure didn't win
infact ur tounge rattled wen this battle~begind
like a sattle ur in, about sling shot
now who~thought this timmy would've moved this new~spot
his lose~caught, so many mutha fuckas here
this time~of~the~year, its timmys rhymes~we~never~hear
like a crime that dissapears cuz it never means nottin
pick up ur old style cuz this new 1s still~frontin
and the loses still~hunttin, like a family curse
and the worst part about it is ur alwayz gettin hurt
lyricaly, mentaly, sphysicaly u chose
on the mic i'm ryt, and u might get bruised
fuck a fight i'm siked and this time ur skooled
if u like get hype and raise the alttitude
