Aight guess I'll drop my spit.....

Ok Look………

Let me START by dismantling this EPIDEMIC with elemental tactics/
Your luck ran out so winning ain’t in ya future unless you reach into verbal hats and spit out rabbits/
You’re classic but only because your style is old fashioned, couldn’t be razor sharp if you was swinging with butcher knives n’ hatchets/
I’m on point like a cactus, it’s tragic, that you gotta be blowin dicks for rocks like overly concerned addicts/
I’ve had it, so I’m gonna split you in three and scatter the gutless trifecta/
And show up at your family’s house to explain why they shouldn’t expect ya/
Sorry, Mrs. Epidemic but I slaughtered ya boy with lines that destroyed his spine/
Bitch started screamin like a two year old so I popped his cork to stop the whine/
In time maybe you’ll be able to write a text or two like mine/
But in the meantime I respect the fact that you even came up with a punchline/
You tried, but fact is you battled with confidence that I syke-a-logically challenged/
Climbed up my pedestal, but unfortunately ya spit was verbally off- balance/
I’ll call you Alice, cause bitch you must be livin in Wonderland/
Tried to lyrically box with a weak drop but ya just couldn’t duck my wingspan/
My man, your in good hands, but I have the tendency to end a life/
So while one hands clubbin you with a mic the other hand is molestin ya wife on Spice/

Ya feel me?