Look brotha you trash, and I'ma smash you ass to the grass
For talkin' all that jazz, your raps are blunt, you'll get smoked and passed
I open cats for provokin' that
Rage that'll blow a track, to pieces 'cuz I know your wack, ayo
I was nice enough to let you spit first
So now we see that nobody spits worse, than you, am I right folks?
Aight folks peep how I'm murkin' this clown dude
You can be Dizee, 'cuz I'm rappin' fuckin' circles around you
So don't get pissy, or start actin' washy-wishy
'Cuz if anyone knows how many words rhymes with dizzy
It's me, Dizzle, I'll pop ya till ya fizzle
Your so-called "reign" on top has been decreased to a drizzle
And this'll, be the first and last time I son you
But don't be mad, my record started as 0 and 1 too
Improve your style 'fore you try to work that shit
You suck, and might as well swallow, 'cuz you sure can't spit