neither av i, but ere goes,

YO, yo, yo—DW grabs the MiC, bitch ListeN =

Son, ur “ass” doin more “ridin” than a prostetute, u shud be thrown in a law suit for the way u pollute/
U rhyme like u on a diet~while my shit xtra “phat”, wot eva game hes playin, for both sides this cat bats/ (gay bitch)
Comin in ere telling me u the shit lukin 4 conflict, suck dicks of poll votes n still suffer an evict/
Man u TIGHT! But only wen dre gives u an invite, an insight 2 a verse from the “chronic” 2 bite/
Thugz u back 2 lose for my hat trick, beat u twice b4 cos my shit sticks, I rhyme sick so u back 2 read another ill verse quik/
Bitch u like a hand gun ready 2 shoot out wiv no lead, shot at my head but backfired now your dead/
Cry? Yes u do 4 days after I beat u, defeat u, leave u wiv no crew n gangstas sayin thugz who?/
Man u destined 4 the gutter, your life is the streets, a poor ass bitch who has a curb 4 his bed n his seat/
Who asks himself questions which personally contradict, picked the wrong G 2 battle to get ya ass licked/
U got a record which levels out at 19-19, need time 2 redeem c’in as the number of herbs u lost 2 is seventeen/ (lost 2 me twice)
Gonna leave this now but murder I predict, bitch giv this up n resume ya work at the red light district//

Alrite now u dawg!