~*Starts With Jabs*~
i spit lyrical sickness frum the tip of my tung....my words will leave u lyrically dickless but still u's get sprung/1
dawg u usin shyt that already got flung.... im stranglin u with a telephone cord so now u know u'v been rung/2
when i seen u, the first thing i thought is that ur clearly a 'jack-ass'....im ganna put up no effort and still be able to defeat ur 'wack-ass'/3
all ur diss are not ganna be close to 'beatin-me'.... battlin weak emcees like u are nuthin but a 'treat-to-me'/4

~*Left Hook*~
i could spit complete wackness and still be killin u....my sickness is makin thses judges numb...dawg they aint feelin u/5
i got more bars to go and ur already dead.... im dun hittin u with these crow bars, cuz u bleedin so bad ur whole body coverd in red/6
my lyrical sickness is ganna leave u blinded....why u wanna step up t to me...when ya rhymes aint ~*EVEN LINED YET*~/7
F*CK it i'll let u live to see the stage but only once more.... cuz u might luck out against me like it wuz bush vs gore/8

~*Right Hook*~
im spittin weakness?....bitch im spitin a lions roar.... i'll have u like a bitch screamin bloody murder on the floor/9
I may not do drugs but im alwayz the dopest.... battlin me is like suicide....let me show u where the rope is/10
now 13 and 14 are 2 majikle shots to 'end-ur-life'.... u tryna stab me with that fake shyt.... F*CK i will 'bend-ur-knife'/11
u couldnt sell that for money even if it wuz 'tipped-shyt'.... u wouldnt be able to rank higher then me even if u 'ripped-it'/12***(oh shyt)***(ripped it...as in fart....Rank as in stink....lmao)

---Upper Cut----
My rhymes are a virgin...cuz they tight....u must type with ya left....dawg ur shyt aint right/13
Teachin, a loss is over due... its ganna be hard to swallow this loss...cuz im 'chokin-u'..... with my flows..no 'hope-for-u'....at the end ya like homeless twins...'broke-in-2'/14
dawg u shoulda stepped down cuz im known to hit hard the way im 'Punchin-these-lines'....u wont be able to spit lyrical shots at me cuz im 'crushin-ya-nines'/15
right here i spit 1 bar to ya face and leave u blinded for life.....ur ganna be cut with my lyrical sword cuz u tried to take a stab at me with a butter knife/16

~*Finisher....Ali Shuffle*~
u wouldnt be comin at me hard if u had a wicked erection.... my punches are damaging ur inner section/17
i'll fuck up this battle area worst then a 'bomb-test'.... i'll make ur face hit the ground faster then a 'prom-dress'/18
I could spit nuthin but total wackness.... and still make ur lines fade away like micheal jacksons blackness/19
i'll be chasin u around alleys have u 'jump-ova-fences'....winning?....stick ya dick in ya nose and 'cum-to-ya-senses'/20

Enuf Ced