Dear Diary,

Today I had to battle this boy named Da Vinci//
I'm really quite confused, I thought I’d win, but he's beat'n me easily//
His mettas, were better, and I've never seen a vocab with such complexity//
He moved around my punches, oh so effortlessly//
Its almost as if he had a map to my entire strategy//

Maybe Tim tipped him off, Tim is just pissed off, he needs me to swallow but I can’t help but spit//
Da Vinci even painted my name (L.E.B) Lyrically Everybody’s Bitch //
Now everyone's callin me this! Tim tells me “it won't stick,” and “just shut up and stay up on this dick”//
All-and-all today was shit, even my mom told me that I was an accident//

She said she didn’t plan on having me as a baby//
But two transvestites rapped her back in the eighties//
And I know this all may sound crazy//
I went to a psychic she told me to kill myself cause I have no future//
After this battle today I'ma take her advice and listen to her//
Dear Diary, I regret to inform you this will be my last entry//
I just don't see the point not more, after battle'n Da Vinci//