yo check the essence of ya name, cuz you Eat Sloppy Seconds,
this battle will be Over in Seconds cuz my wordplays stands ominously threatenin/ (initials are E.S.S. O.S.)
watch these punches errode tha flava outta ya lunches,
grab ya click in bunches and then shrink them all down ta munchkins/
I'm 10 and 1, what do you expect to gain from losin to me,
not even your cleverest punchlines could be abusin to me/
it's an unequal proportion the ratio of my skill to yours is distorted,
I caused an abortion that's why your speech is impaired and distorted/
you died in a womb, so ya mom's cooch is your Tomb,
an I'ma Raid that cavern wit a kinfe and pull the bitch outta you/

I'm makin tricks outta you, change ya name to a deck of cards,
break your hopes into jewel fragments and have it spread out in shards/
but I'm nice to retards, so I think I go easy on you this time,
I ain't even focused on you, I'm doin other shit and still postin up diss rhymes/

demolish ya polished speeches into tarnished pieces,
Dyce flip more birds than a circus pigeon teacher/
beat you under the bleachers wit leeches the size of 12 inch sneakers,
then splatter ya shatterd fragments in the street like broken beakers/

fuck I'm done