"I don't rap like him, he don't Rhyme like me / we the total opposite, laws of Polarity! / They try to do me dirty but you know i remain clean / and you haters be killin yourselves, Murder scene / Get your illest poem writers, bring your sickest flow bitters / and i bet i put em' all to sleep, Murry-itis / I get better in tightes wit time, y'all get sloppier / Your whole disposition is fishy, Tilapia / DUMMYS!, Must be smokin that G Money, if you think Murry aint got it wrapped up, MUMMYS! / You can try to pretend but the streets aint feelin ya / You rappers is fuckn dead, NECROPHILIA!!!"

