like a razor blades i scrape your legs straight from the waist and then my lazor rays make you say "DAMN, ZEESH GOT MAJOR WAYS, of taking the stage and making it his"/ i rule this biz, my fade aways make you hate and make you take your lame mistakes to the trash fast as i blaze with rage/ i can write a page, go on for days, i pave the way for emcees to play, i save the day from you gravely gayish swayed shit as dense as hey/ i make you pray, still i am your fav, i'm brave and stay on top of this game/ your a shame, lame, strange, de-arranged, pain-inflicted man (Main), un-tamed fame seeking, brain wreeking ensane little fan (fain)/ the thangs you say and games you play make you stay and try to say comebacks thatll maybe save your ass from my razor blades/ but make the way cuz not today, i'll rape you onstage through my mic and the mix/ i know your not liking this diss cuz it's making you pissed but shit's spit in this battle, so go back to your mix/ i'll never throw a fist but i will throw a classic hit that'll rip charts and hit hard through your shit/ this is my last line, i'm out of time, at the limit, my lines will win it, i don't need a finish, cuz you write dim shit, so dimwit come hit this without take 45 minutes to write your ten lines


yall know he can't come close