You got an eye for talent? Then I already know the reaction/
Becuz when you look in the mirror.. u probably wont c a reflection/
desil finally meets me in a batlle.. fuck patiently waiting/
If you’re the new God on RB... then Ima put my trust in Satan/
U bite everything like rhymes, the dust & your fucking tongue/
With glue around ya fingers u still couldnt stick to ya gun/
So whut ya want? A battle with me is too dramatic/
I tell you da truth... desil factor is wack there I said it/
Fuck weapons I use other methods to beat you up.. AND WHUT?/
You couldnt make people with too many limbs throw their hands up/



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The only legacy you have, is a handfull of the wackest-rhymes/
Truth is you couldn't get, a verse written on a chrome note pad-to-"shine"/
You have no chance in hell, like playin monopoly-with-satan/
If you think your dope, your either dreadfully wrong or awfully-mistaken/
You think that bolding your text, is actually bettering-punches?/
When this newb-crunches, like mass suicide i dead-em-in-bunches/
Look at your record, you can't even-say-shit-your-minus/
I would quit dissing you, but i can't "stop" like i need-my-brakes-fixed-at-Midus/