Fuck Spitta, Kids just a shorty...So I'm Rippin This Elf/
your lines are more forced than Virgins Fistin Themselves/
Spittas that cross me dont live long, So stay in a stance/
cuz Text is like leg strength...Kid ya dont stand a chance/
I'll put color to this faggot when I turn him black and blue/
I'd strike with personals but FrontLines never heard of you/
Damn my verses killed u now ur really a "Dead"Spitta"/
quick somebody go tell lyrical soldiers that DS is a Quitta/
Yo Conclu$ive beat u 2-0 and u thouht u was runnin shit/
I mean, This kid gettin dissed would be considered a compliment/
I'm Sick..Punch ya back n' count how many times ya Spine Clicks/
it's sad..the greatest thing to come outta YOUR mouth was MY Dick/
Slice you so deep your flesh falls of and your Bones Cut/
Then write a verse infront of you with your own blood!/
Aight I'm past this Nigga, Spitta...I'ma fill 'em wit shanks/
Till I see whats behind ya chest with you still in the way!/