U said 15-20 but I could go all night
This boi has got nuthin goin down without a fight
He thinks he's all that but he's really a poser
My rhymes cut right thru Him I'm and MC disposer
When I'm thru your record will be 0-1
Already beatin your ass and I've just begun
Takin Rapbattles.com over in one fell swoop
Little slices of Dice Roller floating in my soup
Your rhymes don't flow you spit em slow
Mine got shit on Edgar Allen Poe
I'm eatin this boi up like breakfast cereal
He's not on mah level, not mah material
Like Rice Krispies, Cept Imma snap crackle and pop his ass
I've got full honors he's at tha bottom of his class
Eatin lead like a lyrical drive-by
His plans to beat me have gon sadly awry
I'm in mah rappin zone, MC;s are movin in slow motion
Beatin you has become mah life's devotion
We gonna party like It's ha funeral
U a rappin private I'm a mutha fuckin corporal
I make MC's heads do like Pop Rocks
Take mah shot fun blow ya outta ya socks
Rappers fall like grass under mah lyrical Lawn mower
U tryin to rise up but I'm pushin u lower
Soon enough I'll become a big name
Makin all mah enemies go down hard in flames
Even now everyone knows who's won da battle
Look at u lyin on tha ground I can hear ya death rattle
Takin aim for my finishin blow
tell tha devil munky sent ya when u get down below
Boom one shot say bye bye dice roller
I've proved to tha world I'm your lyrical controller