True,

yo flow is so weak but your words are worse,
it's like you have some unthinkable lyricle curse.
when i'm through wit you you'll need either a doctor or nurse,
if ya try to diss me after this you'll be carried off in a hurse.
you should get a pen and a pad then write somethin worth my time,
thank god you ain't got a record deal, your never see a dime.
you say that your a playa but your rymes are lame,
you also say that your a slaya but your the one bein slain
that leaves the first part of your name which is t-r-u-e,
you want the truth? your a bitch and you make my ears bleed.
you shuold just give it up, why do you even bother?
you ain't no true playa, only person yo playin, is yo mother.
in this story i'm da big bad wolf and you da pork,
your done bitch, cause i just stuck ya with my fork.
the way this is goin for you, the ending ain't gonna be happy,
you'll be cryin like a baby but it's time to go nappy.
your at the end of the tunnel now, do you see the little light?
i just murdured your ass so it's time to say good night.