Opener
Im gonna start my verse, then slowly finish this fool//
He couldn't get a "lock on knowledge" if he brought tenants to school//

Warming up a bit
I'm heating this nerds situation when I begin to boil this geek//
This boy is weak, so this kid aint shitting on me like school toilet seats//
I spray sick auto's, so trust me dawg, I'm ill with the matics//
This nigga's taking a gamble, but it's obvious i'm too real to deal with this faggot//

For real
Your actually wack, as fuck I'ma clap this shut and slap this slut//
Your rap is fucked, I ripped out your spine that's why no one wants to "back you up"//
Anti's like relieved constipation, always got "forced" shit//
Ya poor scripts get torn quick, not elevatin' you with silverware, but stabbin' you with a fork-lift!//
Your spit aint worth shit, its useless you must have punchline issues//
No one's gonna miss you, my diss dude, will rip through like acid to tissues!!//
I'm able to split crews and shit on renegades with hits that penetrate//
Who is it that's been afraid??I'm like a "vamp" cuz I'm quick to slit with blades//
Put ya colon in ur brain but don't let this shit get to ya head//
Anti quit when he read, what I spit what I said, then he yelled, shit, and then fled//
This nigga thought he grabbed Richard Simmons, no wonder he likes to hug dick//
And like dead leprechauns its about time his luck ends//

Finisher
This battle's over, it goes to me//
You don't understand???well, you got so much cum in your eyes, no wonder it's that hard to see!!!//