Quickie Again

you've met defeat so many times you've developed a slight fetish.
i'll beat ya in the head wit a "lamp" till u feel "light" headed.
Like "depends" I've "senior (seen your)flow, is just an old-deal.
hold-still as I run this cat over and turn him into some road-kill.
You feel the heat from the tech as bullets seep through ya neck.
I'll chop you up and "stuff you in Nike's just to keep you in check.
Even if you were spittin from Iraq, you still wouldn't pose a threat.
You're gambling with your life, and you're still too pussy to place a Bet.
Ya whack rhymes made you morgage ya title, da next thing will be ya property.
You couldn't "write" good "philosophies" if ya took lessons from "Socrates.
Every lyrical syllable this miserable infidel spits is totally predictable.
Your shit is pitiful, worthy of ridicule cuz half ya shit just ain't original.
Those rhymes couldn't even bite if u were being sucked by a vampire.
They're old,the only time they're heard are by fat kids at campfires.
In this diss your an out cast so jump on a house raft and set sail.
I burned this king of rap and smoked the dust..lets just say..he's exhailed.

tomarrow ima spit and actually im to tired ta spit now