[RAP BATTLE 1 -- against unknown opponent]

I'ma tell you this for your own benefit

Your shit was dope as hell, 'specially when you wrote ninety-percent of it

What you need to do is practice on your freestyles

'Fore you come up missin', like Snoop Dogg's police files

This type of literature that I'm spittin' be hittin'

You gonna swear to God this shit was written

But it wasn't, I'll kill a dozen rappers when I'm buzzin'

Guzzlin', beat your ass like a jealous husband

Now, you boys are about to suffer and see north

When you go in a coma longer than Vladimir Konstantinov

Cut the damn machine off

Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off

[RAP BATTLE 2 -- against Dream Nefra]

I'm movin' in for the kill, plus I got the trap set

I can tell you're wack as fuck, and I ain't even hear you rap yet

Look at you thinkin', "I'm about to whip his ass

‘Cause I'ma do some written shit, plus I get to go last."

Well, guess what? Even if I go first, it's no worse

My shit's still gon' demolish yo' verse

I'm 'bout to slice you like a Ginsu

And anything you say can and will be used against you

In a court of law, I'm short and raw

Take your fuckin' shit and cut it off

Yo, you wanna be a dope MC?

Look, don't get mad and start takin' your period out on me

'Cause I ain't done shit to you

[RAP BATTLE 3 -- against Zig ESP]

You wanna represent on the microphone, but you rap sleazily

I ain't about to battle this fake ass Eazy-E

There ain't no way I'ma do this bullshit

I don't give a fuck, I'm loaded up with a full clip

Rhyme of the month? You couldn't get the tape of the day

Take him away, I rip him like a paper mache

I heard you rap before, you ain't about shit

This whole battle was mismatched, like your outfit

Try to battle me and get your mouth split

You sold out, like Ticketmaster Outlet

Ha ha, I bust and I crush

I don't give a fuck, ain't no way that you can fuck with us

I'm givin' back with pimp shit

I laminate that ass in a badge and wear it at the Rap Olympics

[RAP BATTLE 4 -- against Imperator]

Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah—stop babblin'!

You so fuckin' wack I'ma walk away while you battlin'

Fuck that, I'm on a brand new solo mission

To make sure that Wendy Day kicks your ass out of the Rap Coalition

I throw a switch at an execution

With an overdose of devotion

Don't talk back, I'm the dope, bitch

So who you sound like on the mic?

There was only one 2Pac, your thug style is just one big sike

Take a big hike, bitch, you can't catch me

Your best rhymes still ain't shit, like a patsy

What the fuck you gonna do?

I'll battle anybody in your crew

And I don't give a fuck, I slaughter boys

Especially wack-ass emcees that will wear a fake-ass corduroy

[RAP BATTLE 5 -- against Otherwize]

I'm 'bout to make this mic short circuit

This beat is wack as fuck—this shit fits you perfect!

I got so many ways to diss you that I'm playful with you

I'll let a razor slit you, 'til they have to staple-stitch you

And everybody in this fuckin' place'll miss you

If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue

Nobody's hearin' you, you're a wack liar

Damn! All your white jokes just backfired

‘Cause, bitch, you barkin' up the wrong tree

Now go tell all your boys that you was beat by a honkey

I don't give a fuck, I'll kill ya

Bitch, you better recognize me, like I look familiar

Anything you say, I'ma kill ya

Grill ya, when I fuckin' drill ya

I'm Marsh, but you're the one that's mellow