Quick spit battle

Your raps are whack, it got me stunned

I asked Shenron to fix u, he said 'It cannot be done'

I'm writing this shit off the top for fun

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

 

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

i'l cook for ur family, ''Oh no its him''

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

He's like jack in the box, nobody noticed him

Until it opened n' he popped up with 'bars' that he's loaded with//

Tried to spit so fast, but instead he blowed a kiss

I put potent things in his glass when i poured a drink

n' i put him back in the box he was stored within

 

I'm ahead of this rap novelty

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

Fast velocity, my shadows too slow to latch on to me

I rap mystical mockeries with ill ass lyrical quality

You can't mimic be possibly, im a cynical prodigy

Sinnin' but sick when im winnin' unconsciously

Ur a mishap, our skill-gap is bigger n' bothers me