you have a dis-like dis-order & your trying to diss-this?/
your rhymes wouldnt be “gifted” even if you hand-wrapped them on christmas/
Im so nice nicca im a menace-to-society goin vicious on this nigga and hittin-him-violently/
Spit so ill you be sick-in-your-body-g and tha only way check’ll hit with “personal punches” is if he “hits-his-sisters-diary”/(his rhyme had nothing to do with me)
you best not hate-on-me tryin to beat me now but you cant believe it its high stakes-you’ll-see/
why even try facin-me because its apparent to everyone that you losin this battle is like “aalyiah’s death” its “plane-to-sea”/(plain...whoa!!)
Mic’s getting himself into this is bad he getting his flesh-ate cus he aint got a chance I wreck-fakes/
inflict damage and have you bloody and ya head-stained...ima end this but this aint chess at tha end you wont hear “check-mate”/(his name’s mic-“check”)
snyper flow so nice I “flip over smiles” cus see im scaring-check-to-a-frown/
yea I would call check an “underground emcee” cus all his opponents “bury-check-into-tha-ground”/
slam your head into the wall with my lyrical grammar-step-back/
you thought you could beat me..thats strange like saint “paul” in the slammer,-“off-the-beaten-track”/(get it?)
I cant believe im wastin this much time on him cus check you-suck-you-fake-beginner/
tha only way that you can “spit ill” is if you came to a battle and “threw-up-what-you-ate-for-dinner”/
Nothin' new...you 1 hit after the next like the radio/
now get some bandages, alcohol and panties cus I just "raped" ya flow/