you just couldnt keep your beak shut you weak fuck
about to mangle you stop dangling off deez nuts
and jesus, you ain't no MC son
your tracks are all free, but i still demand a refund
and i believe they're already sayin "he won"
if i breathed the same air as you i just might get diseased lungs
you're lookin just like Andy Capp
and mom always said never to pick on the handicapped
no amount of practice can fix your writtens
and i'd prefer to listen to the sound of drowning kittens
at least birds can carry melody, birds they have a memory
this ain't a battle track this is practically a felony
i hope you get throat cancer
and the doctors diagnosis for rapping is "no chance sir"
so keep pandering to the scene kids
even with the BPM you still fuck up the remix
see this is foolish, why bother dissin me
whatever you release gives me automatic victory
and when i'm done you'll embrace the needle quick
i'll erase you leave no prints, you stupid racist piece of shit

yo where's the fuckin ammo for your jokes
that my backs screwed up and i'm stuck back with my folks?
i'm broke, and that seems like very little fuel
i had my own place when you were still in middle school
i'm from the nice part of the state
you're from up north with mice larger than skateboards
i'm from the great shore, and i berate whores
like you and mc samm, i dont know who will defecate more
or who i hate more, some talent is required
it's been 6 years, so pack it up and just retire
so cliche and motherfuckin see through
and now you're playing shows, who the fuck would pay to see you
your verbal flows constipation
so do the world a favor and learn some syncopation
when i take a break, the people get to jonesin
when you take a break, aint nobody f'n notice
and i feel bad for your musicians
it's reduced my life span any time i have to listen to you
duck real quick i will combust yo shit
like a penis in sagriaas mouth you just dont fit