SORRY Y'ALL, I HAD TO BRING MY DAUGHTER TO THE HOSPITAL.

A FEW STRETCHED LINES, BUT WHO CARES...

Zane all I sees envy, rap takes skill how come u didn't bring-any
Beat this cat down, like Bobbie Brown, beAt Whitney
Only way u could rip-me, is if you used my verse aNd bit-me
Your styles Elementary, like nap time
Drop a phat-rhyme and watch thiS faggot flat-line
Your whack-guy, now eveyrbody sees-that
I'll take this weak-cat, with petite-tracks, out the game like blown knee-caps
Tell RB I want the "finders fee-bAck", actually for findin u he owes me-cash
Genicide, Reddot n Big Kountry will tear into an emcees-ass? Man I'm battlin three-fags
Miss. Lyricist was your drag queen-act, wit more riders then a ferris wheel seat-has
Princeton will alWays be-trashed, like drug tainted-minds
Your considered wasted-time, for ur skill is a Hanus-find
The illest bar, on your part, was when u copy-n-pAsted-mine
Your flow came-in-dried, like the whaCkness drained-it-dry
Zane gets his anus-piped, is what he named-his-rhyme
I just raped-this-guy, my fucKin pens-evil
Your war tactics, is more tragic, then they've ever been lethal
Bitch u look retarded when u rap, like handicapped, people
I smash-feeble, no talented whack-kids
Your a past-tense, Back when, never fuckin has-been
Your gettin bashed-agaIn, u've never dropped sick-raps
If your bitch-ass, spiT-gas, while holdin a lit-match, u couldn't drop a hot diss-track
On rB your lyriCs make kids-laugh, I bet thats why-u-left*
Shit bitch Have I surprised-you-yet, I bolded the text to describe-you-best


*HE ONCE WAS REDDOT