im an ill lyricist, while you gang-bang with a bunch of feminests//
while you remineise on this murderious diss//
it a physiological "ass-beating", not the one you get in your "allyway meetings"//
man u rap so high pitched its like a dude with his genatals removed//
so your sig says "I Am Better Than You"//
so your like it "up top" .... this mystikal wannbe likes to ride the cock//
you couldnt spit shit, even after you ate your boyfriends asshole, and regurgitated the poo//
your flow couldnt be hot, even if you were in a volcano//
you couldnt muster together a verbal attack, even if you were america and i was Iraq//
man, ure mystic mind produces hot rhymes and thatll take you far? ..... but there takin you as far as car witha flat//
mystic, you must have a fuked up minded//
ill put a hole in it look for some dope skillz, but all you see are soft punches and wack rhymes//
your verse dont flow, you a pimp without hoes//
the one thing that seperates you from the pack// (look at the sig)
is that after these punches, your head and neck wont be attached//