*Why am i still happy*

This guy couldn't diss to save his life so he left dead thro wot i write/
You couldn't be right if you were to drive in the right lane...bitch going against me like drivin in rush hour in the wrong lane/
Pete you havin a pistol would be like all the nuns pissin-up-all,
You couldn't get a kiss if you was standing under mistaltoe.../
With any of hew hefanors girls(they sluts)...this battle like wwe wrestles...cuz before the fight the winners allready determined, The only time your turning(flips) is when your tossin over this,
(he loves males also tossin n turnin cuz he worried)
Like bacteria to bio-degradiable objects you diminish/

for the finsih...
You couldn't retreive this win if you were jeeves and to beat me you'd need miracles like je-sus, winning this would be like you growing a penis/(it ain't happening)

theres about the same lines as you hit me with, quik key
...uppin...