I could spit a lake of knowledge, but ya wouldn't get wet if ya swam in it/
The way ya act like Sean Penn, it's no wonder ya name has Sam in it/
I'll hand ya bandages cause with ya retarded rhymes you're only hurtin-ya-self/
The only way you could Manage tO Defeat me is if you were workin-for-Stealth/
You're avertin ya health showin face in a battle against Abstrakt/
Callin yourself a savage cause ya couldn't stand to get laughed at/
It's tragic but face it you're wasted space and always will remain lame/
No name or self proclaimed title can save ya from bein WA state's greatest shame/
Time to erase ya from the game, stop ya cryin here's a tissue/
I'll dedicate a song to your death like bone, but I aint gonna miss you/
Just rip you, rest in pieces easy S, wont see ya at the crossroads/
Cause exactly where in the hell ya goin, not even God knows/
Juan grows, I'ma giant and you aint nothin but a speck/
Another name on my squash list under the rest who've been checked/
Wrecked and checked the Abstrakt way.