Bizzy... are you retarded? Don't you know you provokin tha hardest?/
You tryna diss but you still on Quentins Dick, you known as the Choke Artist//
get bitch smacked on tracks regardless if you spittin on bars/
fuckin with Lil C will, leave ya mug wrapped in plastic like piston guards//
splittin ya jaw, ya pride's meant to be broken like laws/
You a fake detroit thug rapper thinkin' he raw?//
Nahh, you outta place like D-cup bras on flat-chested broads/
let's go... Skee-Lo retired, why ya disses comin Too Short?//
Bizzy tha fag type to mistake Daisy Dukes for dude's shorts/
Get smoked and hooked and thrown off a New-Port//
Your chances of bein hard are the same as seein a Muslim chew-pork/
it aint happenin... clappin'em, smackin'em, literally Blowin his mind//
Your act need work, you thinkin comebacks from the unemployed line/
alone and confined, trap you behind bars, arrange lines and puts Bizzy on death row//
dig in ya chest slow... Why you insistin you ill but only sick with a cold/
another CD that flopped, you need to stick to crip walkin in Wreckage’s basement//
you know im sick with it, every time i spit you hope it's contagious/
face-it, dis BLOOD will turn you from bad-boy to altar boy, so you'll be seen in the same way that Mase is//
I aint stoppin you callin me a fake Game/
But your crew is what Jay-z would call LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME

. I'm a class act, ya soft as flap jacks that's about to catch a back slap/
so face facts jack, only time ya smooth is when u get ya back waxed//
U poppin shit like ya got the skillz for stoppin Quentin, when it's obvious/
I've concocted spits that'll have u loosin ya head like Iraqi hostages//
I rhyme wit violence, try me and I'll cause destruction like massive-riots/
rap-wit-niceness, while ya shits harder to stay on than the atkins-diet//
so sit back, I spit syntax so quick fast it'll give ya bitch ass whip lash/
Your disses are soiled stuff, so just get that shit outta here like a toilet flush//
vicious as a savage rot, think u beatin me u smokin that magic rock/
cuz my fists equipped to smash this jock like a battlebot, hatchin plots//
...have ya ass get robbed then roll past ya block, wearing YOUR hat n watch/
have smooth smacked sliced slashed n shot, broken like a Magnavox//
n laugh at dude's pain, beat his ass just for being black on a Tuesday/
when I spit it's doomsday, my punchlines get the job done like a Nextel 2-way//