That's funny coming from a man /
whose forehead is as large siccness' bandwidth
Keep on talkin' and my response /
will expose you like Max B's transcripts
B-real, you aint insane in membrane bitch /
your tough talk isn't too convincing
While I've put the foot to more pig's skin /
then Ray Wersching
So you, I wouldn't think twice about hurting /
In fact, I think I'd really enjoy that shit
You know, I might even print up some fliers /
and make it a weekly event
Give that forehead a dent /
like the quarter panel on a Delta
You dont have any fans Beto /
only your gay Uncle's ever felt ya
Use my championship belt to whelp ya /
It's Satruday, I have nothing to do now
But to rip you a new asshole /
by using your own style
Stealth will be counting you out /
1, 2, 3 you're done
I'll send seismic shots to your cerebellum /
beat you like Tommy Lee on the drums
Make my wrestling boots touch your gums /
and I'm not referring to Wrigleys or Dentene
Your verse sounded like you wrote it /
while you were chick flick watching
You're too sweet like frosting /
Your whole style I've accosted
Beto's like a County Fair stable
he's full of bull and horse shit