Samildanach Posted:

****, you be trippin’ if think you got the skills;

I’ll pop your bum like an Emo poppin’ pills.

Your style be all weak, and your rhymes be all whack.

If only your momma hadn’t smoked all that crack!

You had a little battle, and yeah, it was cute,

But if you step to me, son, I’ll give you the boot.

So throw a couple lines back, pretend you got game,

When the thread is over, they’ll be screamin’ my name.

Anyone step to me yet? No, they know they place.

Son, you ain’t got Jack, and Samildanach’s the Ace.

I’ll say you got game, but that ain’t enough.

Your rhythm is sloppy, your wordplay is rough.

I said bring your best, but you ain’t got nothin’.

Your bum is a turkey, and my male reproductive organ is the stuffin.

I’ll slide it in, and you’ll cry and you’ll beg.

And all you’ll have left, will run down your leg.

Now go on home ****, you ain’t got a chance.

You got just enough skill for your Jr. high dance.

Don’t bring your **** here, you ain’t got a clue.

They’ll remember me, but who the **** are you?