***grabs mic...here we go bitch..***
mic check<<<1-2**

Spit if you dare, this abuse is unfair/
I’m takin you outta this battle faster than 'def kids' playin 'musical chairs/
I'll dismantle your ass, and and start with your torn limbs/
couldn’t ‘fuck with my rhymes’ if I wrote ‘em on ‘porn scripts/
My brain capacity takes out his 'legs' i guess his part is 'under-stood/
Vendetta the type to 'shoot his chest out the top of his jacket' leave his 'heart in the hood/
Im a scary 'Librarian' i stay 'bookin fear' leave this guy shook when i'm nearer/
Lets be real the only way Dice 'seen pussy' is when he looks in the mirror/
The way your allirations ryhmes I can tell your harmless kid/
I'm to "hard to beat" like the "dicks of arm less men/
I spit that venom thats more deadly than the spit of a serpent/
You couldn't "flow hard" if you put "viagra in a water current/
Your rhymes are "point-less" like question marks without a "clue"/
Your at the "back of your game"....but its still ahead of you/
I can tell your weak because when compared to herbs you have no place/
And if you have fans, they must be like "spring water" they "have no taste"//