get up its sattle time who got the illest old school battle rhymes a twisted mind like mine lost in time .The audacity for someone to battle rap against me. i spit shit like prune juice n ass holes rip shit like oops thats the wrong hole. kick rocks tell yr story walking shut yr mouth no clue what gotch you talkin. you pushin my wig back here take a tic tac you dip shit lil twit bitch. you about to try but this is a story where yr mic dies commits suicide toxic fumes considered cyanide why'd you have to die his lyrics wasnt shit a life of a mic shouldnt be so ruff horrible and dark as it is clouds from yr mouth spewing like shit you battle rap like kids you probly never did a bid or had a hard life to live i battle rap blind take out each line make yr shit mine give it a twist ill put out a victims list you the first one on it numbero uno a head of the rest when this is over ill pound my chest im not claiming to be the best of the best but i can spit till im out of breath possesed by fire breathing demons screaming "let me out"so we can burn down yr house peel yr skin fuck yr skeleton heres a paddle shit aint sweet you headed up shits kreek to lose this battle