You Talk Shit but Remain Th One Un-Worthy of a Diss/
Stalk Clips wit ya Brain and You Done Hurtin From This/
I'LL Fill Tha Void You From Wit Some Decent War Bars/
Just Real Annoyed I Tell You Your Dreams but you Reachin 4 Stars/
Infect you Wit Bleech or Sars, Runnin You in Jeeps or Cars/
Your Rap Couldn't Keep Pace Wit a Fuckin Snail in'a Chowda Race/
Ya So Slow Lyrically your Rap Taste is like the kid wit no tounge-misplaced/
Outta Place Without a Trace, Diss me Back I'll Make Shit OUtta ya Face/
Blood Encased, Like This is Thick Cement Over Your Waste/
It Flood to Set You in Place, You Gonna Stab My Back So I Wrecked You In Case/