Atticus i just sit back and laugh at all that you spit...//
dont worry i wont feed off yours..because i dont bite pieces of shit//

i would spend more time..if i had to guard my position//
but your wack commit suicide then you might finnaly get some recognition//

Your offense is hittin as hard as flickin peas when there mushy//
like i said i would put up some defense if you werent such as pussy//

Im about take this bitch to the ammo store to refuel his rap//
because right now your oily and about as hot as a piece of crap//

its people like you who give a meaning to the word arrogance//
i can be cocky because ill tell you strait..you have no chance Atticus//

your whole name sounds like your something from macbeth//
boilin in my cauldron and your about 2 be sent to yo death//

i would give you some better disses if i felt i had the time//
but this ones over..leave site..ur plain wack...and you cant fuckin ryhme//