They call me MC Dibbs cause I got firsties on this,
You'll probly take offense to to this next dis,
But this rap ain't about you,
though, lyricly designed to make the crowd doubt you
I'm lookin str8 thru you,
on no, a curveball I threw you,
swing an' a miss, hear the crowd hiss,
I gotta slow pitch my flow for you bitch,
Step up and get served,
This turn is just a 'nother lesson learned,
but as far as I'm concerned,
like butter you'll be churned,
My respect must be earned,
I expect you get burned,
turned to ashes, to ashes
this pipe is cashed, I flow like Cassius,
Et tu Brutae, in this rhyme foray
You're protrayal of a g, looks like betrayal to me.