iight u wanna play it like dat, let me start with a diss,


u think that verse got it won, lemme tell u dat shit was perverse/
take dis kid away ima rip him like a paper macha/
u come here and act like yo arse got immunity, but ima tell u im kicking yo arse from dis community, for fucks sake yo only just reached pubity/
man if u think ur dope ur mind is whacked, lemme tell u, u is 1 tracked, i can see does cracks formin/
ur track is missing just like my police file/
only 1 thing worries me, what the fuck is yo uh, why u wanna sound like will smith?/
i got writers block right now, but ima still turn yo arse into a jelly fish, (no spine)/
ima catch ya in my web and liqiadise yu, suck u in and spite u out/
by time im done u wont have a girl, oh yea dats right u aint she saw u and whent feint, (ugly)/
back to will smith, maybe im him, by time i finish yo aint gunna remember yo a rappa, (mib)/
dis is da calm before da storm, yo arse makes me yawn/
i new i shoulda spit 1st, yo verse aint inspiring, how can i eat you when all i can do is feel sorry for u?/
u call yoself a gangsta, u r, u do da gangsta rap, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK yo shit was crap/
i no u was up all night writing, yo tune is so prewrite da ink's dryer den da bible/
ima lay dis M-I-C down now, i gotta go ur hoe is calling, she needs me more then u do, she cant feel u just like i cant,( little dick)/
so ay yo im outty, and yo ryhm got tell yo crew all about me/.

and yo i really do got writers block,

much luve playa, now we uppin.