here i go

You saw the draw, pissed your pants, came back, read my diss and ran/
Battle me? You’d rather get a back-rub by Edward Scissorhands//

Asking me if I do anal is the closest to sex for this dude/
I hadn’t even posted my verse and he was expecting to lose//

At least when I defeat you, your fear of loss will be gone/
Beat you from all sides, turn your 'square ass' into an 'octagon'//

You never had a chance to advance once I you against the
future-champ/
Your rhymes at best are worth 32 cents per verse, like an official
government stamp//

Cuz every 'letter' you type is senselessly aimed, misplaced like what alzheimer sufferin' mailmen do/
You 'brush up' more than anyone else, and still can't 'paint' a proper
tune//

Ya life is played out like "de-feet you" lines, while I'm quick to "knock your socks off"/
This "candy thug's" thinkin he's 'stone' hard, while I drop shots that
"Pop Rocks"//

You couldn't do 'big things' if you had a dick pump, your body's just
'faggot bait'/
Obviously, you've never seen who you're messing with, like a contestant on 'Blind Date'//

Its jus blazin first time with rap's best, and I'll make sure that it's
his last/
Im "sailing over" his wack shit, and Im only going at "half mast"//
Pierce this cat's past so you can hear his last grasp, read his/
"shitty" verse if you want to learn how to spit from your "ass"//

A competetion of 'who's the worst' is the only time you could beat me/
Quit tryin' to drop rhymes, just DROP RHYMIN' COMPLETELY//.