lets do this

when i spill ya ink on the pavement when i pull on my strap///
is the same as spillin' my ink on pages that compete with the illiad///

im'a hit you and run and not because of the repercussions//
leave you lifeless like tupac and noone saw nothin'////

you hit me once and i'll laugh it off///
now im'a start swingin' kid you betta grab yo balls///

you cant even whoop my ass and i got no legs///
you talk mad shit i'll just spit in ya face///
i got beef with this kid, hell, i got beef with the whole game////
i'll melt that ice you be wearin' leave you in a puddle of shame//
fuck what you claim//
i'll shit on your name///
you a loud mutha fucka whose lyrically lame//
you spit down at me bitch with ya cobra slang//
soundin' tame mutha fucka cause you been de-fanged///

we heard ya other diss//
now halla back kid//
and lets see what you halla back with//
i got a hollow baseball bat and a bucket full of acid//
so watch what you say inless you wanna get you ass kicked.

though this is a hard diss i have much respect, thanks for the battle.