My spit
 

Phuck J-Diesel, G Crack fesses sincerely
I’m calling you out no hidden messages here G
Fear has been caused, and you know who the factor is
It’s Cracka kid, I’m Straight Immaculate
Attack bi+ches that think they can kill me
The only fans you got our spinning on your ceiling
For real man, I got egotistic disses coming out the Wazoo
You’s searching haiku’s and methaphors on yahoo
You ain’t gotta clue… So I proclaim you Coronial Mustard
Oh ish… now you flustered… this is your last stand like Custar
D@mn dude The butterflies are fluttering… yes you getting nervous
Now you screwed 1800-Rhymes is out of service!