I see you've run out of ideas
Word up bitches, just here for the day
You claim to be game, so I thought I’d play
Now your pretty little rhymes all made me smile
Just like a parent does as they patronise a child
Now this is not me stepping up to the plate
I could eat you for dinner but I see you have no taste
And you wouldn’t understand all the lessons you were getting
When they heard about the battle they would call off the betting
Cos I’m such a dead cert
I **** where you flirt
You show me your face and I’ll grind it in the dirt
So money off the table
Don’t you disbelieve I’m able
Never mess with DRMO should have been an Aesop’s fable
So if you’ve got a problem them come get it off your chest
If you’re lame then I’ll ignore you, I’ll reply if half-impressed
But only to destroy what little confidence you’ve got
You try “spittin’ on the mic” but it just comes out as snot
So to clarify my point, I’m the substance, you’re the fluff
I’m off to head**** Fenix, cos his beard looks like a muff
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