yo imma flip the switch on this bitch and spit this shit sick, let my gun lick on this fuckin
NIM-WIT//you asked for a battle but you get ur own death, my rhymes invade your lungs
until i suck out your last breath, but yet i got 1 laugh left, cuz ur a rhyme theft, jackin
other niggaz barz like a GRAND THEFT//you think im scared of you big city, wanna be
biggie kat, unlike you my gatz don't shoot off BOTTLE CAPS//its blood hittin up rhymes
consecutive like 1 2, i own you, and yes i'll fuck up your whole crew//3 niggaz with there
fingers off there triggers, you bouncin on each others dicks like 3 HOMOSEXUAL TIGGERS//
listen when i get this victory, dont u dare come up 2 me, try 2 throw that diss on me,
sayin shit like "he rode off my rhyme, he nothin but a bitch you see" cuz honestly, nigga u
aint shit 2 me, but history and a wack rap wanna be//you say u from "executives" but thats ur
destination, im slowin down ur respiration, my rhymes demand concetration, cuz im just
another 1 of gods mystical lyrical creations//yes im white, but i just won this battle
despite, that my own rhymes got ur crew feelin bloods HYPE//i spit flames in ur face,
which will deface your trace, im of a different race, but yet keepin up wit ur pace, these
glocks that i lace will leave you restin in your own place//when i compare ur rhymes to
mines, i realize i wasted my fuckin time, your nothin but a peice of fine crime slime
like that forgotton nigga SHINE//nigga ur not capable of replacing me, im irrepaceable,
my tracers say ur traceable, so i guess its you thats eraseable//finally imma let you and
my gat have a 1 on 1 chat, let it splat, now bitch your the one who ended up SWALLOWING THAT!!!!!!!//