yo dice roller, every day ur status lowers,u don't need to switch styles u need a lyrical make over\
get off my nuts bitch, i forgot about this shit, i figured u killed ur self wit that pathetic shit u spitted\
forest gump accomplished more than u ever did, ur a worthless motherfucker a 5 and 14 losin bitch\
your so accustomed to it ur rhymes have no hits, this bitch couldn’t win if he was biggie smalls’s little kid\
dice roller, couldn’t roll his number, spittin out flaws and lyrical blunders\
I’m 0 and 2 but I lost to respectable mother fuckers, u battlin newbies and they takin u under\
Yo ur rhymes aren’t lyrical, u couldn’t spit well even if u could perform miracles\
so why bother in battlin, ur losses are automatic, ur nickname should be gatling\
u should step off now and bow to the king, put the mic down and try to learn how to sing\
cuz ur career ended when u began, ur rhymes r so childish, u belong in never land\
u can be captain cook, u just got beat by peter pan, I’m a young motherfucker takin off ur hand\
dice roller work on ur technique, cuz ur future is bleak, cuz u couldn’t beat me if ur words could heat and seek\
this is just relentless abuse, I should be arrested for killin this retarded langston hughes\
so put out ur hands bitch cuz ur ass got handed to you, tomorrow mornin u’ll be headlinin the oBITCHoary news\