My losses are like flyers, cuz i stay passin them out...
'Daclassic' couldn spit shit if he had a ass in his mouth...
Ill rip his tongue out, leave em permentally restricted from spitten...
Have ass cryin like 'Re$tricted' did when he battled 'LatinKitten'...
My rhymes is fire, when i spit yall be 'duckin tha flamez'...
When u look at me, ya like a lil kid lookn at a lab rat cage
...........................................in a daze so 'fuckn a-"maze"-d'...
Ery one watch me an calamity murda these fags wit murderous-antics...
Damage they brain, an take this win cuz we have a verbal advantage...
Yall gettin merked wit 'quickness', u cant fuck wit these 'disses'...
Ya 'punchlines' is like 'married bitches', cus all of them are 'misses'...
These hoes bout 2 get back slapped, scripts of mine will 'sicken ya mind'...
If people buried ya raps, dug em back up, they still wouldn 'dig ya rhymes'...
I feel bad im beatn these dudes like 'lonely errections'...
Yall should shelf ya raps an let em collect dust like 'trophy collections'...
Listen ya fake, dont take these disses as hate, but yall a disgrace
So i gotta put my foot so far up ya ass that when it comes out
..........................................its kickin ya face...
Admit that im sick an yall 'Negative',from ya body 2 them gay lines 'keyed'...
Tha only thing 'Positive' bout yall is 'H-I-V'...
Dacl. & Re$tricted 'hopeless', ya no good like a hot dog wit out da bun...
If skillz was money, yall would be 'homeless', cuz yall aint got none...