yo, you's a no-frills/wack rap act wit no skills/
hold still/ while i haul off and smash ya whole grill/
with cold steel/ and have you sucking down oat meal/
through gauze and bendable straws until ya flow builds/
my flow's ill/ i'll sever the head from any carcass/
of any artist/ thinkin' that they can stop this/
i got this/ locked, loaded and cocked/
ready to send shots/ through hip-hop/
so clear out the block or get dropped/
who rocks da spot?/ who gotz da mott's?/
gimme props/ i'm top-notched/ i'll knock you out ya shoes and ya socks/
come test this/ i'll have you runnin 4 the exits/
you never knew a nigga like this could exist/
i eats emcees 4 breakfast when i flexes/
check my checklist/ see who the next is/
they assed out/ i step on stage they spaz out/
and pass out/ as i commence to take the trash out/
you smash mouthed emcees should never have doubts/
my last bout/ proves i got da best raps out/
call me digz- half emcee and half camouflage/
massage ya entourage with slugs that'll lodge/
ya entourage/ unless they dodge(duck) in a dodge (car)/
and head for Dodge (city)/ scared to death of the barrage

i'm done ....holla back with ya verse... i'm so open right now!!

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