I leave your brain-teased and your game-seized till you looking like an inflamed-emcee/

You met your match-kid and your corpse left looking -tradic- and then scrapped-to the-tip/

Your only on-tip...of a penis you couldn't be on point if the mob was looking for the cleanest/(you'd be pointed at, cuz u aint dirty)

Youe no legend...he's been double tapped and has led-up his-end even you had an army against jus me you'd surrend/

Your diss-are-gustin n end up looking like your face...disgustin,
I de-feat you by sweepin your legs n the only reason why you spittin/

Cuz your rhymes are boot-legged and one leg left popped,
so you think you are ahead jus cuz you gotta a hip and have to hop/

Biotch you're gettin served by me when your triple my age,
I invade your privacy hes gay n watch how quickly your name fades/

No room on this site for a faggot who carress's his maggot in someones bum-ring,
There's no room for you then mister, your fingger begin to blister cuz you wear bums-as-rings(fingers bums)

oNe...dun