ayo ayo
Camarac , thanks for accepting ya very own funeral, now how tha fuk you gon' blow off talkin bout my rhymes bore, when you aint neva heard em', i keep ill shit in store, for niggaz like you that don't no why dey dissin me for, ya'll cats rap but what for? i don't bore i bring mo' action den 5 dirty whores, including drunk ones on corner liquor stores, you can't want more please dog ya verse was weak, you shouldn't even speak..beatin me is like seein Michael Myers being killed by his sister, it gon' happen, ima lyrikal twister, and i'll murder you dog its gets bigga than rappin, if you think ya verse was impressing, you betta think twice, news flash nigga ima young cat and im mad nice, you were irratatin' like a head fulla lice, and you prolly thinkin tha outcome of this battle is like a roll dice, but fuck dat, tah outcome is gon' me on top, jus face-it, you basic, go back to ya verse and erase-it, dis is all of tha dome, so no its tha real, i looked at ya shit an asked myself, "What tha deal?" ya'll don't want it wit E, not wit Me at least, you best want peace, or end up deceased, and thats final, i'm smooth like vinyl kid get off my dick, deep down, you no ya feelin my shit, ya ass aint gettin far not at all, jus drop tha mic, not for 5 mins but try for life!
D.I.L 4 Life!