Ruttah what took so long had think your shit out…..My verse come natural, like tieing knots come to a boy scout//

You are all talk and nothing but shit, you talk about how you think you have game but you don’t, so quit.//

Ruttah what is that stuttah running out of shit to say? Ill shoot your ass like your name was J.F.K.//

Why you talk shit like you got something to prove, You will be outdone but my opening move.//

Diss you here, diss you there is wont get me anywhere, because when I am done your be screamin “This is unfare”//

What you scared bitch shivering in your pants, my nickname is surgeon and you need transplants.//

Transplant your words and rhymes into shit that make sense, now maybe you might be able to hold your own in defense.

The only chance you have to beat me, is if I take your verse and rearrange it to make sense…see

I am sick of playing scrabble with this cat, Lets stop playing these words games and get in a fight like mortal combat

Ill kick your ass quicker than you can say “Quit!” Because my game come quicker then just takin exlax and takin a shit

Well I am almost finish with this whack at fight, I just got one more thing to say, See you at your burial site….//

-Slim Lanky-