epic the only true emcee startin beef on these boards
killin dime a dozen poets wit mics tryin to perform
but before long bitches getting bored with ya weak skills
you can write, stay away from the studio and get a book deal
for real there’s no hope, I’m so sick of ya sound
talkin like an asian daffy duck with two dicks in his mouth
jus clear em out, you ain’t earned the blessing of my presence
askin me for recording help and diss me in the same sentence
now I can’t be the only person who sees you truly wack
decent rhymes but it’s the same fuckin flow on every track
breakin backs with attacks a grown man couldn’t handle
so how’s this preteen loser gonna compete wit this animal
everybody seems impressed with the way that you dissed me
but before y’all pass judgement lemme give ya some history
three months ago I dropped a little diss cause I was bored
musso took it to heart and tried to start a little war
kept sayin he’d diss me back, weeks passed and no sight of it
dropped a pretty funny rhyme but he took two months to write it
a hundred bars over a sixty day period
that’s less than two hot lines a day and y’all call him a lyricist?
how can y’all worship a stutterin fuck
more fluid in his mouth than a two dolla slut
the true king of the boards and if you question that
leave the scene in pieces cuz baby I GOT MY MOJO BACK
