*i'm sick of this kat, braggin', brag when you got shit to brag about .....look at your fuckin record, everything i said is true about your homosexual ass*
aight, here we go......
I'm sick of this kat wit' no dough, who's soft like his flow/
not billin' cuz u poor, he rockin' exco velour/
ye, sorrie dawg no beef, but i gotta say u a lame kat/
my clip hold sixteen, so your soul don't come back/
the irony is i'll leave this pussy bleedin' like he on his rag/
mutilate your body like that little girl, leave yo ass in gym bags/
penetrate your throat wit piano wire, so i wont hear your cries/
po's will never solve this shit, so they'll leave tha case to tha C.S.I/
i'll let your secret out to R.B, so you'll never possess advantages/
this pussy dick rides so much, his rectum is clogged wit bandages/
getting your no-talent friends to join the site, so you can battle dem jews/
on your knees, sucking dick, so they can purposely lose/
and what about your readin problem dawg, yo that shits sad/
can't even read a friggin sentence, without stuttering like Fab(ddd..DAMN)/
this kat gone to bite lyrics from Em, datz why he gone for a while/
"say u a g, but your real name's Clarence"(ha) like we neva saw 8 Mile/
you a fake, a wanksta, and a bitch, i said it/
for every win on your record, Eminem really gets the credit/
its word for word dawg, spittin ugly shit wit no feeling/
callin his boi, who nicknamed Marvin Gaye, cuz he gives him "sexual healing"/
you got tha teeth of a crackhead, jagged edges, i mean "DAMN!"
instead of rappin', get 6 root canals and a dental plan/
and look decent, lookin like a thriller extra that rose from tha dead/
wackin' and jackin' males, his excuse is he, trying to get aHEAD/
so next time u say shit, please dawg be able to put up a fight/
cuz i'll break your legs til' ya can't walk, like you were waiting at a red light/
OVER.....plz believe dawg..i ain't beefin' i'm just sayin' you talk so much shit, maybe you could put sumthing together to say in an actual battle......
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