my rhymes will hit you in every aspect of battling, my punches hit so hard u can hear the earth rattling//

who u think you are 50 cent?, ill put another dent in ya chest cuz u werent wearin ya bullet proof vest//

you think you got the sickest vendetta nigga check again, im the realest and illest opponent you've ever faced cuz ill pull off a win//

ya rhymes aint tight it just that ya pussy is, call me every night tryina get rhymes from the lyrical wiz//

you would have to write an 'essay' to beat 512, ill send you off in the 'brown' truck cuz i fucked up ya crew//

your rhymes couldnt take you to a higher level, cuz my rhymes will dacapitate you and sent to the devil//

couldnt land punches on fat joes fat ass, told the teacher i got killed by 512 and i need the restroom hall pass//

"i'll nick you wit a few shells" and u will walk wit a limp, cuz my nine will put anotha hole in ur body and you'll regret that you said you were a pimp//

i bet your crew does where pink jackets, it dont mean that you a pimp its just that yall a bunck of faggits//

you couldnt roll a philly blunt if you were a weed-man, its juat ya rhymes is wack and im tryin to do you a good deed-man//

dont take my rhymes for granted cuz you will regret it, you just a dumb ass school boy that doesnt even no 'how to' get a ciggarete lit//

dis kat will come back wit a wack-ass 512 diss, but the punches will miss cuz he spit wack-ness agianst my lyrical-fit-niss//

~no feeding off verse~


~out~