| I guarantee a win by at least four out of five,
| you'll never bite again when your teeth and my punch's
| force collide, I'm dissin your feared looks, fag style
| and queer hooks. you have less chance of gettin signed
| than a retarded kids yearbook, I leave you shook fast clown,
| peep the raw side of me when I chant sounds, and blast wimps
| till they're past tense(tents) like walkin through camp
| grounds, wound infliction brings truth to your doom's
| prediction, there looms suspicion you're fake as cartoon
| depiction, beatin soon to submission, that's not good for
| you son cause you're consumed with fiction, I pull out all
| the stops when battling while you assume restrictions,
| ironic how I'm verbally muderdin this muderous verbalist..
| his verse is superfluous, dispersin fists like he prefers
| to miss, pre writin his verse until he hurts his wrist,
| he's not even worth my diss..
| I'm doin this merely for elevational purposes