Your style is generic, mines authentic made, I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid, My techniques bizarre and ill, I scar and kill, You were a star until I served you like a bar and grill, Then I proceed on to cook and grill ya, That's all it took to kill ya, You betta recognize me like I look familiar, You wanna battle? I beat around the bush, Like you're scared to lick pussy so you eat around the tush, I need a clown to push, someone I can bully, Wait a minute, I don't think you understand fully, See me without a style like mustard without the Heinz, I lead the new school, you' re a *Busta* without the *Rhymes*, I'll crush the shit out ya lines,
