Yo Vendetta, I shouldn’t even battle you, ya worthless
Ya shit wouldn’t be ill with an infected orfice
Ya like the shit that comes from horses
Couldn’t excite me if ya was a giant clitoris
No one could GRANT ya skills even if ya was HORACE
Like Mr.Cheeks you’re a Lost Boy
You better jet-son call u elroy
I see pubic hair between your teeth when you smile
Excited to battle me, get off my dick for awhile
Hit you from all angles that ya heart hangs and dangles
from my fingers and jangles.
Decapitate you and take off ya Kangol.
Causing shock to ya column of ya spine,
Rip out the veins that inter twine
through out of ya nervous system so I can’t hear ya whine.
Send ya heart into cardiac arrest, place a mic in ya chest,
and spit a verse so perverse even directed to ya stomach, it couldn’t digest.
Anatomically I’m correct
Claiming to step to me,
your balls are smaller than the smallest nuts in an erector set
Don’t think I done cause I ain’t begun yet
Stepping over some boundaries, its like tennis, you’re set
Compared to us you’re like an empty book - no contents,
You’re like a kid from village of the damn - no conscience,
Speaking in tongues all you rap - nonsense,
Fucking with Reflective Visions - no contest…

No Beef playa, just do you.....