Deceased your as shook as the walking dead::I'll compensate for no brains with a shot through ya head.
Your a zombie to me no balance, no precision::I'll seperate your limbs from your body with a lyrical incision.
Your eyes stare on from your lonely shell::A lifeless carcuss your soul destened for hell.
You chose your own path when you stepped against me::You would get killed if you werent already deceased.

I heard you the grim reaper of this rapbattle shit::Even with your sickle your spits dont cut it.

How can you write when worms crawl through your eye sockets::Maggotts infest in your ass you cant spit shit with the blockage.
Lets face it your gonna need a face lift::Cuz your face all melted and youve had all your brains picked.
Not very atractive with all the body fluids you be spilling::Just like when you was a kid with your bed pissin.
Your ears bleedin your trying to think with no luck::The blood is quagulating and your thoughts are stuck.

Basically you aint shit to me, im out::Im reincarnated as you, its your eyes im looking out.

Bit of a weird verse from me, not really a major diss but theres some freaky shit in there ha! ha!