Yo...

Somebody grab me a gun that's fully loaded, dw's ryhmes aren't ill, they coloured pink and sugar coated,
You remined me of a baby learning to crawl, 39-41 record, but yo rhymes have no originallity at all,
Cause yo balls r to small, stature splattered on the wall, only friend is yo daughter's doll,
Why do u try when ya gonna loose? Yo rhymes r already used, lyrically abused,
Blood running outta ya ears, beers to queers you've wasted yo years,
This punk-ass fucker is just tryin to piss me off, he lips me off, makes me get the dissin off,
I lived your pathetic life, fucked your wife, and gave you yo suicide knife,
Now you know not to fuck wit me, yo cry helplessly, so don't fuck wit E-Lyrical lyrically!

Not great w/e