I’m killin you time after time, every single diss I kick it – rhyme after rhyme.
I bet if we did this face to face, you would fuckin choke cos you’re a pathetic joke.
Insane Clown Posse need a new MC, I think you should apply – we’ve all seen your rap skillz, you’d certainly get by. Its easy to insult you, cos you’re a loser,
Half stone baked featherweight bruiser, why do you insist on comin’ back round after round? What will it take til you realize to stay on the ground?
Your lingo is weak, think before you speak,
I’ve got you on your death bed, readin’ you your last wishes,
I’ll play the music at the funeral, I’ll play 'em all my disses. I’ll have the last word one way or another, this aint about who is tougher – its about who can rap – and like Nas said "I think we all know the answer to that".
You must be on smack to think you can beat me with your corny rap, look at your game – you don’t even have a fuckin flame you’re that small, don’t try and pull me down bitch, I’m too fuckin TALL.

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Sillz