Deezy Battle: The Real RoslanSkeet

I wasn't listening, did you just diss me?

You ain't Deezy, silly, you're dizzy.

I'm not too busy to get rid of you for being rude with me.

I ain't scared of you any.

I'll hit you in the mouth like an abusive spouse whose squeeze

Is being too loud in the house to hear the TV.

How did your lines make Whitney OD? They're substance-free,

The fucking junkies don't even want your CD.

I like what you're saying, call me Shady again.

Is it because you forgot what "My Name Is"?

It's crazy ain't it, I'll bet you hate it.

Your Shady line was great, but I still played it.

You're the self-proclaimed lyrical rapist--

Save it. I'mma knock your fucking teeth to the pavement,

While you lay there trying to play dead,

I'mma cut you with the blade edge you shave your legs with.

You underestimated my pace.

Now I'mma rub it in your face since you can't run away.

I may have started this shit the other day,

But I just dropped your name in song, what's the trouble, hey?

Damn right you're not prominent on the top ten list,

You're at the bottom, bitch, so where'd you get all this confidence?

I can't tell if you're really being serious,

It's clear to me that you ain't even a real lyricist.

You're pissed, I get it.

Some kid comes out with a track and you get dissed in it.

But I said I'm coming for the list and when I'm finished,

I'll have more blood stains on my hands than a diabetic.

Cause you can attack me, I'll sit back laughing,

None of you fags can throw it back at me,

Deezy just asked me to fuck him up.

Fuck him up. Fuck him up.