Kaream..the cock suckn dick loven feen..u probably take it up the ass more then charlie sheen..u say shit an i spit back.. make u choke so bad ur bitch ass has asma attack..i diss you till ya haloosanate.. I aint accuisin u dogg jus ta hate.. but ur on a new losin rate..after im done wit u, ya need ur puffer jus ta recooperate..i make ya swet till ya start losin weight..u try an diss me but ur sales drops.. u can find ur cd as a sampler in the mail box...ive got the power 2, chew u up spitchu out and divour you..i keep this shit simple.. pop u like a pimple.. hear it spill..call me clearisil..im daminished.. i aint even gotta keep rappen, first line i had ya done an finished..i Won, close da polls dis motha fucka is over an done..ur so gay ur like taco bell, u eat outside the bun..i better have this battle locked at least.. cuz my lyrics are tighter then my boxer breiffs.. and their hand me's.. ur shit was tighter then me wearin Rosie O'donalds panties..after u gone an fucked wit me, ur rappen desire lowered... cuz i flatten ur lyrics out like an ironing board.