I brought a Knife to a gun fight//
To killmyself twice to see what it felt like//
these lyrics i write, dont aply the Freedom of Information//
so danguarus five year olds get incarsarated for miss-behavin//
your a fourteen year old rapper in Identity crisis//
despite this, im spinless makin sure your instatustionlized mindless//
when you speak my name, it brings out a jewish burning spree//
god of chaos is me, and Duce I Rae is what you see//
Get your meanings stait before you speak of a name like me//
when you write your rhyemes its labor intensive//
Not to mention exspesive calling 1-900-rap-pers,
"I need lyrics and please make them afencive"//
so before you talk shit again think of that facts//
your fourteen fucken wit a man whos 24 who carrys an axe//
I swing that shit like a sycile//
chop ya head off like its a frozen pop-sycile//
Now that you opened your mouth you started this war//
deformed soars opened an toarn apart by lyrics that are two worlds apart//
Im coming after you to attack your weaknesses//
Confuss you like gods mother ta-reasa`s weaknessess//
I was produced to be a lyrical hybred//
taken two parental generation rappers crossbred//
What poped out is what you see now, a mutant rapper ten generations ahead//
so i can drop 30 lines rhyemen diss-pursed directions in reverse//
now just to catch on you have to think in mulitple directions//
Lost in the complex refelcitions of miss guided directions//
Now im here to collect on ya stollen lyrics you jacked,
form other rappers who I respect//
Now you fucked wit a profestional wit deadly tatcis//
I fire of lyrics like pac that are automatics//
but you do have one thing in common with 2 pac, you copyed his actin//
infact right to that T of crack addict actions//