that was weak,open ya eyes now can u see?/
that i-c-k after d, is who u be/
try to diss,but got dissmised by a nicca that can't spell/
i'm 4th grade at typin,but preschoolers write ur shit so i'm still doin swell/
get punchlines that defines,wordplays wit multi rhymes/
and by that time,u might find,that whole round ya assline/

u wanna battle don't beat round da bush, take it to bitch slapped/
and get scrapped,liked old cars when i'm tired of have that/