You post lyrics and make fun of where I from, The only ropin we do in Utah, is bitches like you and we just straight HANG em//
So what if I rap right here on the net, you doin’ the same thing dog, you rap elsewhere too? With those lyrics? Yeah! I bet..//
You’re like a child writing their first little rhyme book, makes me tingle inside, but not a bone in my body felt a tremble or shook//
Good thing you can straight rip me up from what I wrote in my profile, I don’t need ideas to diss you dog, I’ll let yourself do that cuz we know you in rap denial//
You’re wondering why you ain’t Eminem, why you can’t be like him, I’ll tell you why dog, God don’t want girly rappers, they want people like me, MEN//
So go ahead now, and put on some dope instrumentals, you better turn it up real loud and make yo’ self go mental//
If you ever had ANY chance of winning this battle, the chance was when I was wearing diapers shakin’ my rattle//
So give up, and I’ll mark my first win down, too bad my first win was some bitch ass clown//
Next time you call peeps out, be ready to spit, cuz when you rhyme, not only is it not good, it makes me crave Pepto dog, it makes me SICK//