Yo,
Golden Gram spit it for as long as you admit
That all the crimes that I've committed are goin' down in the books
There's a very fine line between your's and all mine
So I think it's high time you question if you're a crook
They say that chaos is a ladder
If you're bad then I'm badder
Don't get mad, you don't matter and you never did
See, you're a wannabe, a phony
Your homeless guy is no crony
And you can kill your janitor goodbye cause he belongs to me
Oh, you didn't hear the news?
Bitch, I got gold shoes
And I got a whole crew at the flick of my wrist
So I offer you this: a swift kiss of my fist\
What you got to say to that, you fat, pathetic Bossbitch?

"Oh wow! Wow! How cool! Oh, wow! You put another beat together
and came up with some words that rhyme"
"Oh, so you think you can do better than that"
"No.. I KNOW I could do better than that. Anyone could
do better than that. A mentally handicapped ocelot could do better than that"
"Okay, motherfucker. You think you're so sweet, why don't you spit some shit"
"You asked for it. Okay.."

Your rhymes are all wack, your personas old hat
You think that I can't write a rap? Well, you're wrong about that
I'm takin' over Black Cat, Larry, you'd best watch your back
They're gonna charge me with manslaughter after I murder this track
You're gonna wish you were dead after I rip out your dreads
Or I'll just snatch off that wig, it's not attached to your head
Oh, and as for your crew, they don't even like you
I couldn't think of how to end it.. so...

Is that your big rebuttal? You trailed off and didn't rhyme

Well, I could have thought of something if I just had the time

Man, that sums you up perfectly, you can't think on spot
Now where'd I put my gun cause you're about to get shot

You mean this gun right here? Oh, you can't find the words?
Does your vocabulary fail you, you big, golden nerd?

Okay, you bested me this time, but Jon, you're my brother
Why we always gotta be, like, fucking fightin' with each other?

Oh, don't pull that on me. You started this first
God damn it, how the hell does this gun even work?

You just pull back the hammer (here?) no.. that's the trigger
Jesus Christ, Jon you are one stupid-

Woah! Easy there, that was about to get rough
You should quit while you're ahead, you've appropriated enough

Okay, I'll give you that one, man, this song is a jam
So how should we end it?

Man, I don't know.. DANCE!