Homie im too crazy wit rhymes so i need a stray Jacket/
I dont wanna put it on cuz u mite run up and bang me like a gay faggot/
24/7 stayin mafiaed up wit my fam/
Tote guns that go blam, turn a niggas face green like they ate some green eggs and ham/
And i put more hot,raw,and uncut things on ya screen, like pop-up internet spam/
U can run up get popped off and tossed into the dam/
You just a white boy rockin blue,i'll put blood on ya so u can be cool wit uncle sam/
And i aint got time for u and ur wack rhymes that go wit da word simple/
Cuz my rhymes are admired more than old Egyptian Temples/
U fuckin wit me aint gonna do nuffin but stack up my wealth/
Consider me a cigeratte cuz i be bad for your health/
And sorry i gotta go now cuz i gotta get dat money/
And u tryna battle me wit wack rhymes gave me a nice funny

ayo ya last diss was alright but step it up cuz. U workin wit a lil somethin somethin. Im out shawty peace