Pen my flows with a flaming torch that always leave pages scorched
I could win spittin' shit more random than that name of yours
you'd get hurt by anybody, my punches burst yo' capillaries
I know it sucks battlin' an MC whose name is not in your vocabulary
frankly, your verses are like cake, see me devour your rhymes
yeah, i saw your 'freestyles' that you probably took hours to write
tried to manage my menace, watch as I turn this damn fake to ashes
in this battle, the post counts represents the percentage of wackness
burn this faggot with acid, your death will forever me tragic
now i know why you're named d523, 'cuz it sounds better than derek