ok, we got a problem, this 'young gun' is drying to diss,
i couldn't 'feed' off his verses if they were dorito chips,/
witness this ecplipse, your styles lost in a crowd,
ya spits cant get me lifted, even livin above the clouds,/
kneel before me peon, for i am you lord and master,
u couldnt pass for a male idol, even if i was a bastard,/
every shot ya took missed, so bitch fix up ya aim,
before ya ever claim the entertainment game/
work on reclaimin the name "guy who gives gummers more than cocaine"......