Im blunt with my words and aint bad wit the disses either//
Fuckin niggas up wit my speeches like I boned the english teacher//
You better smoke some trees as a ghost writin tool//
Toxic you couldn't write on a higher level if this was college rule//
But to be honest, I dont be feelin ur shit when u write//
So ill leave a virgins pussy on ur mind so u can *think* that ur tight//
Green with envy, punches useless cuz im searing ur retina preventing the skill to see //
Dogg You couldn't spit in the "present" if you were under a Christmas tree //
Toxic you thought you were pretty tuff you looked at me and "roared"//
I proved I can kill you with 8 fingers 2 thumbs and a "keyboard"//
Toxic I got you under "raps" like a gift under the tree//
I make a mess of you like I forgot to lift the seat when I pee//
I got this battle won look at the damage I did//
Toxic couldn't beat me if I was one of Joe Jacksons kids//