You poor-slob, I’ma make you eat-these-keys like a MF door-knob,
In need of a new job, looks like termites got to ya rappers log,
Jay Kal seriously dude? WTF you try’n prove?
Now everyone’s eye’n me think’n “Who let the retard in the room?”
Shit’s safe to assume you weren’t ever meant to text!
Not on RV, not on even on key’s, NOT EVEN THE INTERNET!
WTF you expect? To just throw a random battle out and win?
Jay Kal just try’n to be hard, like throw’n juice into tanquary gin.
I’m your flue shot, the vaccine for your so-called “sickness”
So next time ya think bout a call out, remember Dice is your fuk’n weakness



-BLAH, wack as fuk, but i'm tired and i'm going to bed.