Aw HELL naw, shit's about to go down,
So just sit tight and shut your god damn mouth.
I wear these shades, not for mine, but for your own protection,
My eyes' overwhelming coolness would just heighten your erection,
Like how your moirail, flush crush, and kismesis all caught the Strider Infection,
And who could blame them for wanting all my ironic perfection.
Oh I'm sorry, does it sound like I'm trying to brag?
Well Please Excuse Me For My Dope Ass Swag.
And Lil Cal, really? Man, you stoop too low.
Just call Niki Minaj over, 'cause you a stupid ho.
So Strider: 2, Makara: 0. These scores bring me fame.
Oh, and before I leave: You just lost the game.