AAAALLLLLL RIIIIGHTIIIEEE THEEEN.
Had to do alot of writing... Thanks alot. j/p

Son, You need originality, If you come to battle me, To avoid a fatality
Sad to see, I have to Put-A-Dick-In-Ya-Mouth, To make it Rap For Me
Peel ya cabbage clean, You're a "Middle Weight"... Only due to gravity
It's tragedy, You Get Herbed so much, That you resemble A-Bag-Of-Weed
Check the post up, As I make the most of the spits best to soak ya
I'd say that you're like a Chevy Nova, And I'm a Ferrari Test-To-Roast-Ya
Make ya dome mooshy, Softer than obiese tooshies, Please don't push me
Cause the only time ya Spit gets Applause, Is when eating ya girls pussy
I-Rack you like President Bush, G. - You mistook me for a shook geek
From day 1 you looked weak, Like Tree Trunks, You get shook... And Leave
You Fuck more Niggaz-Behind-The-Scenes, Like KnightShade Productions
He might let you join them, But the herb won't mix White-Gays with Muslims
Murder your crew by the dozens, Dust them like your maid of a mother
Plus They're way under level, Hiding their losses, Too late to Diss-Cover
The garbage they eat, Is garbage they speak, So records tarnish in weeks
The stardom gets bleek, When names in ya sig, Look like Varmits & Freaks
So your line up does reek, Now you will see, You shoulda paired up with me
But you parted us three, Now you get beat, Then ya crew's post counts'll cease
Gas you like your chosen seat, Like Frozen Feet, Can't go Toe 2 Toe with heat
And if ya face and the floor should meet, Please remove, And hold your teeth