"My bars are impolite and sour
I've got the Intel quad core power
If you want to try clash me, like an iPhone battery, you'll die in less than an hour
When I spit bars, I make you feel good like ♥♥♥ in the shower
Anytime I jump on a beat I devour
My bars have got sniper rifle power
Take mans out from the Eiffel Tower
Give you buzz like having ♥♥♥ doing 140 miles per hour
I spit naughty rhymes of sour like people snorting lines of flour
I've got lyrics for days
I write 140 lines per hour"