Well I’m Battlin’ Again.. **Sharpens Blade, Cracks Knuckles**//
**Checks Call Out Post, Feminem??? Laughs, Chuckles**//
It's Evident That Feminem's Embellished Scripts Have No Relevance//
Coz Ya Ain’ Fuckin’ wit’ Nothin' Even If Ya Wernt Dickless an’ Celebate//
Like Iraqi Delegates, What Yoo Say Won't Sway or Make a Difference//
Yoo Got Mo’ Wack Lines Than Miss Cleo's Got Fake Predictions//
Yoo'll Never Come Close, So Trust, Yoo'll Never be Dope Enough//
This Fool Calls Herself 'L' coz She Gets Burnt an’ Smoked So Much!//

Meth Came ta Defame, Degrade, an’ Dismantle//
Shit, I Seen Mo’ Content in Addicts' Urine Samples//
So, Bitch-Dance-all Yoo Want; I Gotta Say Though//
As Ass as Yoor Rhymes are Yoo Might jus’ Be the Next J.Lo//
If Feminem Got on a Stage, She’d Get no Reaction to her Rappin//
Like Noble Gasses, this Kids a Nerd, Inert, an’ Inactive//
So Why Did Feminem, With her Futile-Style, Step ta Me?//
It's a Combination of Naivety an’ Suicidal-Tendencies//

So I'll Shoot-her-Spinal an’ Spread-her-Spleens an’ Use-her-Eyeballs ta Let-her-See//
Her Final Breath-Ending While her Chest-is-Bein’ Stretched-in-Threes with metal-beams//
Entering Her Festering Carcass Relentlessly//


Crowd Grinnin’, Please Son, Yoo got No Shows//
This’ll Be Jus’ Like Yoor Other Battles, coz Yoo’re Getting, No Votes//
I Must Be In Detroit Coz I’ma Expectin a ‘’313 y’all’’//
Woah-Ya'll, Can Some One Tell this Kid ta Get her Own Seta Balls!?!//
I Don’ Even Need ta Flip her Wording, Jus’ Watch//
Her First Line is Talkin ‘bout Jerkin Me Off!!!!//
Don be Messin Wit this, My Sentences Tip Thru yoor Senselessness Quick//
I’m Endin this Script With Spellin a Diss: Fuck Yoo n That Dub_C Bitch//