Battlin me is like a horror flick, but twice the thrill
I'm Cuttin you up, like the chick from kill bill
Your tryin to act gangsta, like you from west phil,
Im a suburban white boy, just keepin it real
Your mother shoulda took a birth control pill
She wouldnt wanna see 'er sons life go downhill
You rhymes always miss me, and ive been standin still
Rappins not for you, we know you wont make it
Cause you cant will a battle, let alone fake it
You try to be a rap star and try to act ruff
When on the inside we know your not tuff
"Please mike please, i've had enough"
I needed a good laugh, your rap hit the spot
Your rhymes got me askin, "is thats all you got?"
You can't recover, ill just kick you back down
Go on, cry to your mommy, you'll be safe and sound