son, you couldn´t ROCK if you were Mick Jagger/
I ROLL hard, your shit is old, in fact your shit is haggard/
you couldn´t punch lines if you had gloves on your fist/
I could kill your rhymes if I was stoned, drugged or pissed/
the oxman needs OXygen, breath and try repeat/
your last flow was weak like your seven day old beats/
so stop this, cos you can´t battle when I drop this/
if I called you sergeant, son you couldn´t even cop this/
the oxman gets oxycuted, boy, you´re a zit/
I´m gon´ hold on to my saliva cos you ain´t worth a spit/
ox, try f*** me, f*** it, I dare you, do it/
you´re so fake, your semen don´t flow fluid/
just quit it, you´re so wack I won´t say that you bit it/
cos your flow´s so cheesy that nobody else could did it/
dude, you couldn´t battle me if you were Bush with major arsenal/
man, your rhyme´s got mad holes, in fact its holy like a cardinal/
you´re so wack, my first rhyme should be enough/
if we were playing blackjack then your rhymes would get you bust/
even though I´m drunk I still break your flow to peices/
your flow´s dead ox, you couldn´t ressurect with Jesus/
