these disses i live-it-N-told-ya are vivid-n-rost-ya
but u couldnt be a lyrical-solja from lyric's-i-sold-ya
told ya, i'll hold ya held up high N fold ya closed-shut
mold ya to jail-cells N place each BAR in ya gut
im on a freestyle diss just cuz u diss maddrapper
everyone doing it now a day, now this bitch wanna turn actor?
brake ya bones with no chiropractor
u aint bless u cursed, cuz this guy-whored-a-pastor
still a virgin looking for that beat'in?
no meeting but these verbal words i'll do the freak'in
as soon as u speak'in ya facial-feature leak'in
spit at ya face for being oppasit pussy, im a bronx-rican
that'll buck-fifty like a GAME dream hes brain reciving
I aint no FASHION ex-pert…it don’t take wack to assert
U couldn’t be a bigger FAGGOT with a “FAGGOT” sweatshirt EZ!!!