Your style is generic

Mine's authentic made

I roll like a renegade

You need clinic aid

My techniques bizzare an ill

I scar and kill

You were a star until i served you like a bar and grill

Now I proceed to cook and grill ya

That's all it took to kill ya

You better recognize me like i look familiar

You wanna battle?

You beat around the bush

Like you scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush

I need a clown to push

Someone that I can bully

Wait a minute I don't think you understand fully

See me without a style is like mustard without the Heinz

I lead the new school, you're a Busta without the Rhymes

I'll crush the shit out your lines