.:OPENER:.

Irrelevance couldn’t be saved from B if he was my own pot-drug-stash, couldn't drop his 2 cents if he had a full mouth-of-cash/
couldn't picture this loss if our bout-had-a-flash, he could hire an escort for his mom and still couldn’t take out-the-trash/

.:MAIN DISS:.

hit till he's a smash, wouldn't know a sex conspiracy if he went to bed-with-Molder, couldn't go threw me if I was spread-in-folders/
I was told-ya-nice? 'hang' your ass dry after I 'unfold'-ya-life, I 'whipe you clean', I'm on some 'M.O.P.' shit you just 'cold-as-ice'/

got my 'bars stuck in ya mind', mentally 'rasin-hell', tryin to find a way to become 'ill', first you need to start 'chasin-health'/(Pin-Head=Hell Raisor)
like I've got the 'longer reach' your 'punches cant touch-mine', I verbally 'bust-rhymes' in a 'mode' with mental 'flips' that easily rusts-minds/(Flipmode, Busta Rhymes)

.:CLOSER:.

I'm dissin your feared-looks...your fag style, and ya-queer-hooks, you have a 'less chance of gettin signed' than a 'retarded-kids-year-book'/

*.:Edited For Right Corrections:.*
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