Diss

[0:15]

Your death is surely to be expected, I wouldn't care a loss of a peasant!

I'll hang you with a noose and let the trapdoors go loose.

You choose for death, you get what you do.

My lines are spreading like the Flu But except no one stoppin me nu.

You know it's true that your death is coming through...

 

[0:35]

Your still here well unlucky for you, This rap aint going to continue.

After I've been through with you, I got the rapping form of Lao Tzu.

Cause my fist raising high breaking your skull.

Your lines are worthless and dull...