I don't know why you keep tryin' to spar with the champ/ but since your rhymes are so earnest, let me take ya to camp/ I got a smooth demeanor, and my style's impeccable/ maybe that's why your girl find me so damn delectable/ you need a book, slouch, while my rhymes is untouchable/ you keep spittin' prepackaged gangsta shit and I'll eat ya like a Lunchable