u'r status is livin a dream, and i can't say-otherwise...
pray to the other-guys, u culdn't get on a cut-if u were sprayed with a hundred-knives...
buckle down' and crowd round as i spit, cuz it's-all-flame...
u'r verse is lucky to make sense, and i dun't step on poor-brains...
just forfeit-bein-lame, like not tellin where the fuck u live...
rub it in' they call u square, cuz u gotta box for each-kid...
so i aint gonna rob u, i'll just drop u-in a multi-fashion...
what's to tell, i dun't care bout u'r bio-u'r a vile-disaster...
tryin file-plaster, just to get u'r txt's to stick-to-the-page...
bitch-i'm-in-rage, just playin i'm so calm i culd win-in-a-grave...
all i gotta kick is ten, but i feel like goin on like a flowin bomb...
culd change my style, but to beat my punches-u gotta grow anotha arm...
damn!! let's go back a second, i'll blast-u-continuous...
when i'm into-this, chek u'r interests-but u still gotta ask juice wut a freestyle-and-written-is...

*juice did a song "freestyle or written"
[chek his profile if u dun't get wut i dissed]

that's peace