dogg learn how to use multi's. you never even put one in that whack shit! anyways here's my spit:

It's D-Fyne's time ta rhyme and shine without a 9,
Beat your whole crew x2 even with a broken spine/
Look at what i did to your mama's crib when I drove by,
I'm not gonna be happy until i meet this guy eye-to-eye/
I'm known to carry a heater right in my pant's pocket,
If I see you I'ma pull it out and in your face I'll cock it/
It's at the point you have less moves than a pivot joint,
You're a damn ice cube that reached it's melting point/
Your shit don't even belong here it aint a tight battle,
Your style and complexity have boundaries like farm cattle/
And what the fuck is up with that no meaning name?
Somethin so dope you thought it would claim your rise to fame(BUT IT'S LAME!)/
Damn there aint no more to be said why talk to the dead?
Your butter I'm bread and you're blood has been spread/