i'll crush da illest your rhymes are made out of plastic...
don't bother returnin a verse cuz we know it's gonna be wack shit...
i'll chop ur head off wid a hatchet your just a damn sucker...
your to weak to beat me your punchlines tickle like feather dusters...
jackass why do you exist this bitch was born outta da mist...
ha at birth u were retarded thats how u got the name da illist...
i'll smoke this guy like a joint dude what the hell is your point...
ya must be depressed cuz my raps are gettin you destroyed...
ahh u annoyed I could beat u still if i were death and blinded...
i'll rip your spine out and crush it till the bone is grinded...
think your ill only your skill i'll have this phony cliimbing hills...
dude your seriously dead now and so are your rhyming skills...
you think you can intimerdate this fag isn't straight...
you need to find a decent crew to help ur ass elevate...
your an emcee that i ate and u seem to taste fake...
your a screw up boy consider urself lyrically ass raped...
you fool your not celver enough things might get rough...
after he reads he'll be suicidal bleading in wrist cuts...
no one give a fuck about you my multies have u cut n drawn...
make you wish dat u never wanted to be ever born...