scratches, thats all your leavin' me with, im'a hit you with classics///
cause whats betta than kid spittin battery acid//
you wanna battle me you gonna get smashed kid//
you need the luck of the irish and black magic///
shit look who you battlin' against///
ghetto cripple just ran over a faggot bitch//

you wanna battle me//
i bleed with raw beef//
i dont need mosses to split the seas//
you try to out spit me//
might as well kiss my feet//
bow down to the cripple majesty//
you battlin' a god , you spit blasphemy//

you battlin' me a seed of the x-generation//
you see 20 20 but hell i got x-ray vision///

another hard diss from me but always havin respect, thanks for the battle.