Let's see where his heart-is-at when I grab the mic and start-to-rap, He betta post more pics....so it aint just his Rhymes were laughing-at ////
I'm 'blasting-back' to leave him 'spineless'...Chaos gets blazed-apart,/
I slay-tha-art wit perfect words....so this head I'm about-to-bring shame,/
Wit verses..so damn fukin brutal...tha 'threads' scream out-in-pain,/
He'll be dead without-his-fame... I'm simply iller than he'll ever-be,/
My family are 'born winners'....so I guess tha victory is 'heriditary',/
I'm forever-the..sickest-$hit...who's punching wit the quickest-fists,/
Ocalot gets his 'lights put out'...cos Illy just tripped-his-switch,/
Watch me diss-tha-b1tch.....cos he dont know he facing-tha-best,/
Plus my dik's so far down his throat...think its 'raping-his-chest',/
There's no escaping-tha-stress that Illy causes-wit-a-verse,/
So damn good....Ocalot dies...but he still 'applauding'-in-tha-'hearse',/
I saw him pausing-at-'first'...but he wont get no 'second'-chance,/
He aint no hardcore thug.......hip hop?....this prince reppin-dance,/
I'll blast wit weapons-and......some words that make him bruise-quick,/
I could have not posted folks....and I still wont fuckin lose-this,/


Hit U in the dome with a frying Pan then I'll Cut Ur "Head in Half" & Give U "Splitting headache"//
Man u play with More "Balls" Then a "AND1 Mix Tape"//
Close Ur Foot In a "ELEVATEOR DOOR" and ur "one step to the Next the Level"//
You Couldn't Write "Killer lyrics" if You wrote ur "Verse on ur GranMothers Grave"//
Your Flows Couldn't "Freeze Hoes" if You Were "a Pimp With ICE"// LOL
You couldn't Bless Flows IF u WERE Jesus Christ/