Heres my answer to ur diss to me in ur puss ass lil thread homie.
I laugh at Ur attemps, and Im unshook by Ur "feelings"/
I'll bring so much heat...Ur fucking skin'll start pealing/
U aint a battle rapper, Ur hardest written lines get pissed on/
Ur styles commercial like 5 minutes in between a cit~com/
and I'll str8 bomb on u like U was Yokohamas child/
My dicks like true love from the way it makes ur momma smile/
U dont want beef? every were U go, I see U misspelling my name/
but U couldnt flow curcles around me, even if U went down the drain/
My topics could pound Ur brain and ground Ur fraim...I dont know if U knew that/
But I would like for U to give Missy eliot her jumper
suit back/
U aint a killa, real niggaz dont gotta explain they selves/
but I want U to write a long essay explaing while U look like an Elf/
and U should join the special Olympics from the way U run Ur disfiguered mouth/
the only way Id have to pop the trunk on U...is to toss Ur body out/
and U could never bite my style or copy my lines/
Ur too addicted to swollowing 9's and borrowing D12's rymes/
tell Ur possie of misspunctuated punk bitches that Im coming to see em'........while they sleeping/
going down all they fucking chimmanies wit reasons to stop they breathing/
This jewish run DmC wannabe cant fuck wit a lyricacist/
but in a few minutes...ALL his d/riding niggaz wont even excist/
I percist wit punchlines that hit hard like bare knuckle boxing wit grown men/
U cant go 10 rounds wit out the use of oxygen in ur collen/
People mistake U for my dick from the way I'll leave Ur head swollen/
U had spit U verse at me from a speeding vehicle cuz 80% of it was stolen/