Just a quick thing right here......

Flow diseased, fool please, you so wack it's detestable
All this nigga spits is dribble, like kiddies in special schools
Supposedly you ill, but there's an eclipse of a doubt
This nigga be barkin garbage while he foamin at the mout'
Naive, believin himself to be ill this, ignorance makin him blissfull
Your flow's abysmal, nigga end it now, mayn here's a pistol
You're no match, like a pocket knife fuckin with a meat cleaver
More output of shit than Mr Hanky coughin up from a fever
You show no sense like choosin a name you know your ass can't spell
Ain't a thing though, who needs brains to get a job at Taco Bell?