Ready or not here comes Deft... the lyrical butcher/
Smack you like a punk, you call me Ashton Kutcher/
You spit so manstream I could use your head as a faucet/
I beg your pardon... Deft takes it to grills like Austin/
Often kill clowns... rock your house, even your roof will nod/
Kill the owner, now I'm no longer a supermod/
I'm proof of what happens when the two worlds collide/
Nice and wack... I'm nice... so just try to guess your side/
You know Deft rocks... you short shocks, and poor pac's/
Billy's just a game for my cube, can't think outside of box/
Continue to think you're alright, a nice rapper that spit tight/
Your names black, but like Chicago's Sox, you're white/
Think you run shit, You're producing no veto's/
Like rap itself, this white kid has a black man run it incognito/
Fuck the ropes, I'm attackin this guy... real pain in disguise/
Said you had a dope site, meant you had coke in your eyes/
Enjoyin the fries... when I'm broiling his mind/
Flows so greasy, kids catch Heart attacks from biting his rhymes/
I'm nice but not generous, giving you nothing/
Wanted to cancel our battle early, prooves you were frontin/
