This is for that bitch nigga Devine Profit, who don't understand the mistake he made... this nigga's tryin' to hate on my man Blunt_MC, he's freeposting on threads and shit. I'm tryin' to school this cat on a lesson, so SHUT UP and listen lil' nigga.

Life is a bitch so protect her, before you get caught six feet deep//
With no words left to speak//
Talkin' about "I don't beat dicks, dicks beat me"//
Motherfucker, I'm more valuable than a dollar, all ya spits is trash//
And I got more connections than 1-800-Collect, and i'll Miracle Whip ya ass//
I drop more hot lines than late night T.V.//
The Ray Charles of rap, ya lyrics are crap 'cus you can't see me//
Nevermind the fact that your entire flow's plain//
And niggas got you so gassed that ya name used to be propane//
These are some top of the line spits, you ain't gonna be able to acquire the knowledge//
It's provided in the college of Rippin' Niggaz, Breakin' Bones, and Bustin' Cartilige//
For each line I kick, it's like four of your rhymes kid//
'Cus your guns don't blow at all, but mine did//
Kiss the ring nigga, before I have ya lips touchin' the nine//
I'll put a bullet in ya brain and let it fuck with ya mind//
You can't say shit to me, so I stress the quiet//
You don't wanna test a m.c. like me, i'm violent//
And i'll be the nutritionalist to put more lead in ya diet//
Go ahead and try it, but you can't be taking the belt//
And I don't care which role you fake, 'cus you're just playing yourself//
You're 16 years old, what you know about bringing it proper?//
'Cus the only drama you done seen is watching them soaps with ya mama//
Don't believe i'm harder, relax and deny my glory//
'Cus I can turn this into another, they'll never find YOUR story//
Just the beginning, 'cus I plan on winning this battle unanimously//
'Cus there ain't shit you can say that I haven't already heard against me//
Besides, I only gotta beat you once, nigga i'm the champ, you just a bitch in training//
So i'ma end it on that note, 'cus you ain't got nothing left to say to me man//

See how it goes Devine Profit, you fag. Don't start a storm you can't even stand up in... "Now i'm going to go back to my usual self... and have fun again! (Busta Rhymes, Hail Mary 2003)".