It's all about glory guns and honor
lets be honest I drop bombs like Osama
Ur rhymes are weak like U mama
Take Ur rhymes and put em back on the shelf
Cuz U couldn't even win this battle if U were battling Urself
So U wanna be a teacher when U barely passed class
Come lets do a little math
1+1 is U and me
2-1 is what's left after Ur beat
1 is me the true the elite
Killer U too cocky and Ur style sloppy
wanna be X-men jigga U can't stop me
U talk tough about Ur fancy car
but the only time U Type-R
Is when U hit it on your keyboard
Taste the fumes I'm burning
while my wheels keep turning
check it U Bill Gates loving ass bitch get away from me
U thought U was hard? U just thug wanna be
I burn to the 100th degree
Blue flame bitch U gonna need them specs from DnG
To see me
Tell U what when I’m famous I’ll give U my cans
Cuz that’s the only future U got my man
U phony (what) a bitch like Stan
Ur only friend is Ur right hand
Living outta garbage cans and @#%$
I’ll drop U my trash when I come to visit
U a computer nerd yet U don’t compute
Ur only resort is to hit reboot
Come to this battle with a white shirt and @#%$
So U have something to wave when U forced to submit !

What, what U just got schooled Class dismissed bitch ass!