You a big mac? well them ima eat you
You're gonna rap? Well them ima beat you
The whole rapper thing just doesnt fit you
I'll rip you, flip you, you won't know what hit you
You're sh!t dude, Just admit it
As for you rappin, just forget it
You claim you ain't no fool but i think you is
I mean, just look at your songs, they aint make no sense
Whats the point of you even bein in the battle
I'm pittsburgh, and you're seattle
Just like the superbowl, I'll win it all
So theres nothin you can do, just stand tall
Take your defeat like a man, get kicked in the can
Accept the facts,you ain't got one fan
And the day you sell a record is the day I'll shave my nuts
Get a wig, wear a dress, and walk around like a putz
So why dont you just take your mic and go the hell home
Why don't you just retire, like Jerome
See, I can spit a freestyle
That'll take away your smile
The whiteboys winnin this battle, like its 8 Mile
I'm on line 21, with 11 to go
You're just a rookie, don't mess with a pro
Cuz you're just gonna get slaughtered
Blown outta the water
I'm up, youre down, like its a teetor totter
Well I'm sorry if this rhyme isn't intense
But no offense, cuz this battle isnt worth my 2 cents
Cuz I could of spit 4 lines, and had you do 32
And I still would of finished, 10 votes ahead of you
No matter what or I do say, I'm winnin this competiton
Well I'm outta lines, so you can bitchin