It took months for me to 'catch up' with the years you've 'mustered,' VETERAN
I 'may amaze' you now with half the weight and HALF THE MELANIN
Your golden years took a 'dip,' you've got no CHANCE OF SELLING IT
So now I'll 'relish' victory and scheme your FAVORITE BEVERAGES

That's how to scheme 'jackass,' FLAVOR IT WITH RELEVANCE
I'll charge in like a 'bull,' address the seven-ton 'ELEPHANT'
You'd be a one trick 'pony' but you schemed (screamed) YOURSELF 'HOARSE'
How ironic seeing 'pigs' discriminate AGAINST A 'BORE'

Back when I was growing up the squad car was the ENEMY
But you're a black man who joined a squad called SUPREMACY
Is that MEANT TO BE OFFENDING ME? I'll do the same EXTENSIVELY
You couldn't get sold if you traveled back two CENTURIES

Take the sum or (summer) difference of our talents, make it MORE EVEN
No one cares you win tournaments (winter) I shine like STORM BEACONS
I'm 'spring'-locked, make you 'fall' flat, SORE AND BEATEN
I know what you'll say because I FORSEE SINS (four seasons)

And if the judges like that corny ass shit when reading VERSES
Fuck them, and fuck their WORTHLESS VERBAGE and VERDICTS
You hand out DQs to opponents that never EARNED SHIT
You want to get personal? I've barely scratched the SURFACE

Your nostrils are huge, even your mouth isn't THAT WIDE
I'll bet that you could use them for adlibs when you RAP LIVE
I got evil schemes, yours are bad, you're left dead, I'll STAND RIGHT
I bodied dead weight like a sandbag 'cause you CAN'T RHYME

Check the mirror with your sixth sense, and be PREPARED TO DIE
Here's my TWENTY SCENTS (sense), you've got a CRUMMY STENCH and PARADIGM (pair of dimes)
I'll decimate you, here's my two cents and an UNFAIR DEMISE
Stand and fight old man, you know that there's NOWHERE TO HIDE

Pierre beat you, then you saved face, like you RESPECT HIS RAPS
Tell the truth bitch, you whined and begged him for a SECOND CHANCE
This ain't Legally Blonde but the verdict was you'd BEEN DISPATCHED
When you're picking up the ball you dropped your knees will BEND AND SNAP

You say HIP HOP needs a COMEBACK and you're the ONE TO DO IT?
I'm TICKED OFF 'cause you SUCK ASS, you're making CLUB MUSIC
I heard your track STREET DREAMZ, sounds like you've got WET ONES
Put your foot in your mouth KNEE-DEEP with your head up your RECTUM

Did time for aggravated battery? You don't BATTLE AS SAVAGE
I'm calling bullshit, you ripped a TAG OFF A MATTRESS
You shouldn't TRY TO RHYME, why IDOLIZE BRIAN RHYNE?
Check his WIDE DESIGN, without some DIET TIME this GUY WILL DIE

See I'm Asian but he's the one making a kung-FOOL OF HIMSELF
Spitting equivalent moves to fancy flips without DOING IT WELL
Showing off INSTEAD OF ATTACKING, my VENOM IS ACTING to SHOOT HIM TO HELL
Your adipose will pop even faster than a BALLOON CAN REPEL

With the junk food and soda this FAT FREAK'S BEEN SLURPING
The TACOS and NACHOS and PATTIES THEY SERVED HIM
The BURRITOS and FRITOS made him so HAPPY A PERSON
But his sperm count leaves the question if he CAN BREED UNCERTAIN

That stupid bitch you knocked up took a BAD SEED AND BIRTHED IT
What a damn surprise that he CAN'T BREATHE WHEN YOU CURSED HIM
When he beats you to the grave, lungs HALF-SEALED AND BURNING
Look him in the eye and say the HAPPY MEAL WAS WORTH IT

Prioritize, bitch, your kid is CRYING AND WHEEZING YOU JERK
Quit IDLY SPEAKING YOUR VERSE, he's TRYING TO BREATHE AND IT HURTS
I got a bit of advice, you can TRY IT AND SEE IF IT WORKS
Feed him like you feed yourself - he'll DIE OF OBESITY FIRST

For the record, that's how you BATTLE IN RAP
You're a failure of a father and your PASSION IS WACK
Too bad this arrogant clone just SAT ON HIS ASS
He's tall enough to ride a coaster laying FLAT ON HIS BACK

I hear y'all BABBLING SHIT when you don't MATCH WHAT I SPIT
If you're LACKING THE WIT you're getting DRAGGED IN THE PIT
You can THRASH AND THEN KICK but you don't BATTLE AS SICK
So the FACT OF IT IS I'm the CHAMP THAT'S LEGIT