You kids couldn't spit if you drank seven liters of FLAT-SPRITE//
I have never seen so many fake people whine, since a Jerry Springer CAT-FIGHT//
KellisJ2003 couldn't rhyme ill, if his vocabulary had PNEUMONIA//
His words are weaker than bleach, mine stronger than new AMMONIA//
Loose the idea of battlin, you couldn't compete with emcees made of MAD-IMAGINATION//
Like a shroom trip, my rhymes can put you in a BAD-HALLUCINATION//
