OK

*snaps fingas*

I'm lyrically established, call me the Main Street of RB,
Krem's one of them back roads, you can't reach him without goin through me/
you just a Model T, niggas crank yo stick to get you started,
all I gotta say is "boo" to have your pastor call you "dearly departed"/
you gots some nerve, how the fuck you gone diss me in the cypher,
if I wasn't here givin yo dumb ass tips, you'd still be an elementary writer/
you can't even diss straight, you spit in crooked letters,
call your ass Elephant Man, cuz you deformed in crooked sweaters/
my shit is better, your shit is better when never spoken,
everyone's had a chance to hold you, change your name to arcade token/
I coulda wrote all this shit backwords, and my shit would still work fool,
you could write ya name backwords, and yo ass will still get 'merK'ed too!!/
you in-potent in the rap field, what's your real name, Bob Dole?,
your words squiggle like the sperm you ejaculate when fuckin moles/

blah, there you go