I can collapse ya lungs in an explosion of corrosion inside of ya chest,
Yo ass claimin to be a RapBattles vet? Then why you still stuck on text?
I feel for your crew cuz you spew nothin but chewable verses,
wearin purses seems to be the only way that you girls can stay Perfect,

I noticed you been ridin that wave of dickriderz ever since you iced KnightShade,
too bad your not the only OnE, at least mine was done with rhymes that weren't played/
initiated in beef, my lines stay preferated so you can feel them,
if bein a rapper is the occupation of your dreams: letme suggest you get a real OnE,
you'd be better suited bein recruited as a muted pooper scooper,
you 17 but you still runnin around like you a Star Wars super trooper/
but you just a loser, so come to terms with this reality,
fatalities dramatically, emphatically happening haphazardly/
like Dick Dastardly, me an my crew is out to "Catch The Pigeon", (Dick Dastardly was a cartoon an he had a show where they chased a pigeon around)
inducin a fission between ya bitch of a crew like a split decision/

I kill weaklings like you while relaxing, sippin down some grey goose juice,
you sort through so many pre-writtens to get OnE verse, that your computer reboots/
you need to recoup and take it easy cuz Word Perfect already lost,
so scared you no showed in RBBL jus to avoid any loss/ (he hasn't posted in RBBL, past deadline)

punched out lights quicker than Mike Tyson could bite ya ear off,
lyrically battered so bad that OnE decides to take some years off/
I suggest you treat me like I have SARS cuz even OnE now has to fear coughs,
no mercy in hurtings cuz I'm workin to leave you lurking and pourin tear drops/

Blah I don't like any of this but I'll leave it to see if he shows