Yo, you need to change your name Rashaddy
I'll "de-struct" your "shins" and give you a chop over the head just like Jet Li does in karate// (destruction)
and whip your fuckin ass like Rabbit in the parking lot till you bleed to death and smash your head into a Ferrari//
And when you faint, I'll just assume your "sleeping" (dead) and fry you like two pieces of raw meat//
I told real rappers to battle me, but instead you insisted to battle me as if I said "If you wanna battle me, call me"//

Keep chokin' on your rhymes, dawg, 'cause I ain't hear shit but a *croak*//
Fuck it, when motherfuckers look at you, their impression tells me you look like your high off "coke"//
If you thought, my rhymes are "wack", that must've been a joke
you look provoked, why don't you just hit me pussy?
I see you can't, 'cause you don't have the balls to do it
just like how you got dumped by hoes and just blew it
Still got few more lines to diss your ass, but you still actin "Foolish" (like Ashanti.. lol)//
walkin around grabbin your pussy like a fake femcee lookin clueless//

Yo consider this, bitch, I'm big backpackin' rat, strapped with gats
leavin' your corpse behind after whoopin your fuckin ass
like fake cats who can't rap or relate to my crap
Better "fly" away, for I smack you against the wall like maggot
'Cause this battles done, I already won this, faggot