this bitch fool Must Be Askin For Death-Wishes Cause ive had worse Disses//
come at me from the mouth of his missus when she was washing the dirty dishes//
my rhymes are visious, so forefit while u can, your battle record is as light as a underwight man//
ive had harder battles with a girl from the wu tang clan ohh and peter pan//
i got a new habbit its killing mcs in battles like u poppa doc and im B-Rabbit//
your rap was shit but at least you had a stab at it, now go back and edit it//
you should be wearing my rhymes around ya neck like they a gold necklace//
your reckless but the rhyme you jus did got you defeated and crossed of my checklist//
i've got a head full of verball abuse, to spit at you while you in battle rehersal//
this fake emcee nearly broke down into tears when i stated the wrong rules//
but your raps make the fools look cool like they was jenna jameson in a swimming pool//
cuz you rhyme like the son of ja rule in a club to the waiter on a bar stool//
if producing bad rhymes was a crime you would be going to prison for a very long time//
cuz i read your verse line for line and its nothing that can be compared to mine//
i could reach through your mouth and dislocate your spine//
but i will leave it intact so you can get try and improve your lyrics//
after reading your rap the children at the retard school were in histerics//
this battle was just to use you as bait, and lure youin to icrease my rap rate//
so you fell for it, and now youve just shown rapbattles how scottyc can dominate//