here are my lyrics to the diss...enjoy

u ain't on my level, look coward
u don't sling no dope, the only white shit u touch is foot powder
i been banging since ya sperm days
and u don't come that hard, we all know ya half bitch like mermaids
ya not nice, go and price toys for days
u don't fit in rap well like white boys with braids
u ain't hood nigga none of ya death threats turn slugz
i ain't running from raps of a redneck turned thug
i know ya going to the prom an
but test me and slugz throw u straight towards the corner like common
ya diss sucked dog but one lines tight
i heard from a source that u ain't even unsinged hype
i know u think ya hood with hot wheels but selling chromes old
u a rat, stay with wires like a telephone pole
get off of my dick i got enough groupies for now
reject an autograph, u be like he shooting me down
i ain't playing, slugz sit on ya head like hair clips
keep mouthing off, get left in the woods like bear shit
in the snow or in the woods, in the thorns we clash
i got guns that'll turn ya brains to corn beef hash
ya run mouth off alot so really u must care
quit rap and find way to try and pay for ya bus fair
ya not hard, u a bitch, so fix ya blouse
and slugz leave u still tippin like swisha house
niggaz respect my name dog it's the same as mister
the glock'll have u bending back like a game of twister
i know u suck at rap but u ain't gotta blame ya sister
and look at omen d/r cali, frame this picture
ya mixtape is garbage dog so how u claim the sale fits
nigga falling off his tracks like train derailments
u want beef dog then shit, rape males
and i ain't going anywhere like ya talent or ya mixtape sales
i take ya life, i'm polluting the air u breathe with
u may have guns but them shits is smaller then eve's tits
i'd fuck ya girl but in the end my hands might rip her
u the type to get a dance from a transvestite stripper
i'm on my mixtape now but i'm killing slay's next
u should sign with dipset and start filming gay sex