Gimme a crack at this bitch:

Um, did anyone notice this kid was dressed like a cowboy?
Leather and Lace? And you dissin us? How boy?
Your wak rap flopped, plus you’re stuck on ‘caps lock’
I even printed your shit for my boys, we’ll see how that drop
I’m still buggin on how you be wearing leather lace shit
You’re a closet fag Bluvd, getting f**ked in ya basement
Never heard of me huh, coz I stay Low Key brus
We from the land of convicts, you really wanna see us?
Crocodile Dundee – nice call kid you’re intelligent
That was like fifteen years ago and you still remember it?
Oh that’s right, you’d never seen a knife until then
Forget that blade, they’ve grown a size since then
Now we carry around swords in the form of a pen
Once they touch down on paper that’s when the killin begins
I can’t believe I have to stoop down to this level again
From the jump, you makin enemies while we make friends
That’s the way of the country you live in, and us too
I don’t got nothing against the US of A - just you
Meadskillz and Inspire already put you under fire
And they brung the heat, called you out as a liar
Unifire had a shot too, and now Low Key
That’s four dope cats in a row that shot you
Who’s the sniper now? You lace wearing cowboy fag
How gangster is a guitar carrying faggot wearing drag?
All I can say is you’re lucky that you’re on a computer
Coz if you act like you rap on the streets someone would shoot ya
I’m getting it now that lacey suit would probably suit ya
Coz you a bitch Bluvd, you’ve prolly got some tits too huh?
Don’t make me have to answer back on any of this shit dog
You’re wak, that’s a fact just admit when you get flogged
We hold it down boy, don’t fuck with the ozzies
Step foot on our turf, you’ll get smacked like a mozzie
We live in the lucky country, how you gonna diss ours?
Didn’t some dude go mad and crash down some twin towers?
We all know that Bluvd aint hard – he gay
Yo dogs – let’s throw this fucking shrimp on the barby hey?

Let it go Bluvd.
Inspire said it first - you just got smuthud...