look at this fake ass wanna be/
goes by the name of the young dee/
his record speaks for itself hes 0 in 3/
and u know its gonna be 0 in 4 since hes facin me/
u dont know wha u gottin urself into/
but imma keep goin and wit everyline imma hit u/
not wit weapons and not wit fists/
jus wit my words dis after dis/
makin this bitch ass wish he was dead/
cuz ma words are my gunz but its him that pulls the trigga to his head/
jus liek roy jones the best fighter pound for pound/
well look at me the best rappa sound for sound/
yound dee doesnt stand a chance/
i can smell em from here, i'm smellin da shit all up in his pants/
what u gonna do when u see my verse/
u aint gonna have time ta write up some shit ta rehearse/
u gotta freestyle and make it quick/
an' by the way try ta make a lil longer than u lil ass dick/
anyways we all know Dee's gonna be 4-0/
czu he cant test me hes all about show/
so let me end this shit now before i embaress u some more/
dont even put down ur verse jus march ur ass up out that door.

aight ur turn