wut tha fuck is this? i could spit 2 bars and slaughter-it/
pull hollow-tips out my grill and spill heat to make u swallow-it/
now follow-this, plain and simply your verse is plain-and-simple/
sprayin-little one syllable shit wont get votes, you gay-and-nimble/
you aint on tha vets-list, aint wreckless, so you bitched/
you come as clean as dog-shit, sit down and work on-spitz/
who tha fuck is Tooper? this loser.... a flows board intruder/
ill bruise-ya, leave your chest-plopped on your desktop like your computer/
you sat and wrote-that-crap, this hoe-cant-rap, bitch~quit/
you get choked-and-smacked, im explodin-fagz right off my shit~list/
you'z a gimmick.... admit-it.... there's no way you can be serious/
think you're gonna win? well, like a old man on drugz you're delerious/
you're fearin-this no matter wut-you-claim, you're anything BUT-insane/
u got guts-N-thangz? whether u got nutz or not u get fucked-tha-same/
where were u when this board wuz in-itz-prime? when it wuz gettin-shine?/
you were in tha dark, tha flows board's Siccness-mime/
you think your shit's tight? well, that makez just one-of-us/
one outta a couple hundred, your done, gimme anotha bum-to-crush/
you dumb-to-fuck with this lyrikal-bandit feelin-so-rabid/
killin-u-faggotz, fillin-your-mattress with chemical-acid/
fuck it im done with you.... you're verse could get clowned by a person with down-syndrome/
im blowin Toop loose, straight off tha siccness and sendin these other clowns-wit-em/
sumthin real quick.... no need to try against Tooper since he decided to go with that whack shit.