This is for my enemies,.... We have ten-of-these, put them through your vest, right into yo chest, and leave you to the rest, bitch try to say we aint the best
Now lets just get one thing straight, so just stop the masturbate,
This right here is getting out of hand, you fucking sissies are eating out of My hand,
All you do is sit and diss me, I know you fucking fags wanna kiss me.
Now If you wanna battle me you better work on your aim, and take it to heart,
Your disses are 50% off, like Wal-Mart.
The shit you spit is not even true,
Better watch your back cuz now im rolling with a crew.
Your punches are gay-bitch, watch I slay-spits, nothing but used lines, similar to play-lists
Ill hit it, spit it, flip it, then go
People don’t like me, cuz when they say im tight, I tell em I already know,
I work long and hard on my rhymes, a lot of down times,
I spit em, and keep em warm, like a mother hen,
So why don’t you spit something ill, and maybe I’ll value you opinion then,
Even in the mists of all these shitty rappers trying to diss me,
Im still up here sticking it to people against me
I write lines and stick them to you, like super glue
You talking shit about me? Who-you,
God its funny how you try to act HARD,
You’re an emigrant to rap,
You jumped the fence from TECHNO and bought a GREEN CARD
Im colder than ice, in the ally shooting dice,
Chop you up with my lyrics.... ~Slice, Slice, your all just mice
To my skill level, I sit there and revel
When you post your disses, your nothing, thats why I fucked your mrs.