yo D am sorry you had spit first, but it helps me show everyone that you pre-write//
stay up all night, high as a kite, writing lyrics that bring no one delight//
All Rb take you as a joke, cuz u the only one in the league that could stop and choke//
you cunt even buy the win cuz your broke, and i knew i won this soon as your shit was spoke//
your jus like a hoe, dying and poor, but love the feeling of being on all fours//
if you was dependin on rap to put yo baby in clothes, you should walk outta the studio front door//
you should wear a mask cuz you look like the elephant man and chucky combined//
looking at other battles for rhymes you can find, you cant think of shit from the top of yo mind//
in this league merking shouldnt occur, but the only cancer we see is the loss of yo hair//
but maybe thats from stress, cuz you typin shit rhymes in despair//
your like gettin viagra stuck in my throat, a bad pain in the neck//
i'm gonna leave you locked up on the beach like a pirate ship wreck//
if you see this bitch cruising by in his shitheap, look away, dont holla//
cuz if the tables turn, and we was starving, he would stop and drop a dollar//
i think this motherfucker is dyslexic, because his name means dick wrider//
hes momma calls me about six every day, to come make her ass wider//
this guy is an addict, he loves weed, smack, speed, and crack//
but most of all he love the ecstacy pill draining the fluid in his back//
sit back, wid your hand behind your back, ama let you taste the lead from my mac//