You think you can rap, you think you got skill? I read most of your crap, it was nasty like a toxic spill, Step right up and indulge the master, After this no one will think Katrina was a disaster. I'll beat you at your own game and steal from Tupacs fame and leave you in a mess like your sisters face after I came. So go ahead and show me what you think you got, If you think you're any good I'll show you that you're not, Because I'm about to tickle the lyrical g-spot, Call me Mr. Fahrenheit because I'm so scorching hot. So go ahead and beef with me if you dare, Steak is my favorite, and I'll eat you medium rare, Me against you it's not even fair, The odds are against you and I don't even care. I'm driving this rap ship to final frontier call me Sulu, You have no hope of winning because I'm a lyrical guru, I'll flush you down the toilet because you're the equivalent to poopoo, So go back to preschool and put on your pink tutu.