one strike, naw ur already out b/c u like the mic only when theres nobody round to tell ya how much u suck, so why ya pysched up right now
it is about time i type ya down with tight ass rhymes that i freestyle
ya doubt me n my real fighting talent, oh well
ill be that guy to keep ya on the couch inside the weak rhymers lounge
finally we can decide the countin rounds ya wanna challenge me in tonight or fall b/c ill wipe ya out after i snipe ya down while the crowd is behind their fire walls cuz my virus' felt that no type of program on ur desktop icons can help
i bet ur sights are false cuz ur eyes arent found near the light i crawl
wheres ur wire now for ya to keystyle cuz ur full of flaws, resign cuz ur mind aint designed to reply for the long haul