i wouldn't have you ghostwrite for me...even if you WERE tite/
deeni can't rhyme for shit you'll mistaken him for being white/
those two lines u rhymed bout mouth and blouse were pretty hot/
then you go and rhyme corner with nothing, that's hot---not/
if you keep tryin to diss me, i'm gonna be like bone thugs...make ur body rot/
cuz my rhymes are sharper then knives, make blood leak out ur body into a blot/