Trials n Time b*** 's got guts fo' sure
To bad this is Now They'r all over d floor..
Like fat b*** es...cum back askin f more..?
Bet ur whack rap career is all over so go..
Hittin on Cocks..Always caught as a Raquet
FaQ's only b*** in BS crew full of faggits..
His whack diss never hit like the autumn breeze
Smell semen when he burps kid's on the bottom crease
Kid is disease... But don't account him sick..
Like he didnt knew sh** except rich or b*** ..
He accepts to spit..expect stupid verse..
He be layin in the pussy..Like Pelvic Jerk
Kid aint known to light up parties jus scandals
Plus only sparx he got was a pair of sandals
I vandal-yse his eyes n then make him blind
Then I analy-se his whack ass tries to make ryhmes..
Line by Line I plunder him call me collector
He's close to HipHop as close is Ishq Bector
Everyone knows you lack the X-Factor
I live even in shadows like the 7th sector
Hell I am Hector the cannibal lookin for gore
All ya disses are bore..Leavin voters to snore
