go ahead j roc Spark The Issue your gonna drop as soon as I Start Ta Hit You
you talk shit like your Art Official but just like scott steiners muscle your Artificial
you'll be eating Quick Smacks a half dozen beers is the only time you rock a Six Pack
the difference between us, is I Spit Facts, your wack son nothing's gonna Fix That
you've been lyrically Bitch Slapped we all heard the Big Crack get off my Dick Fag
there's no homo in This Rap keep tripping and I'll stomp you till your Ribs Snap
so Breathe Deep, cuz I'll cremate ya body and get Released back to These Streets
it's not Easy to Beat Me so diss me again and you'll ly in a coffin with your Three Piece
suit your style to massive Brain Trauma if your gonna keep bringing the Same Drama
even the other Lames Wanna see me empty your blood and then make it Rain On Ya
this goes way beyond just another Battle this beef is dead like freshly slaughtered Cattle
I'm done being Hassled, your future won't be "clear" untill their done charging the Paddles!