Jonesy my homie, your flow's baloney, just boring.
Think you're better then show me,
I'll Anonymously,

damage then ravage and hack this sissy like what they did with Sony.
I'm at the top, try to throw me off my throne B.
Cause no one can lyrically or physically just own me,

you're so ^^&$#* you hid your door keys under your stuffed Pony
so you can watch !@$^ in your dorm room of nude dudes tryna blow meats.
You get no (*##$es,

so you only pull digits from midgets that ask for some boning
every time you pick up and hear the phone ring every morning.
You take in the $$# and start moaning.

Such a gross scene.
If that little dwarf with titty warts never had intercourse
with you on the kitchen floor you would never be this lonely.

Aggressively dissin' so prepare to listen to me spittin' wickedly,
I'm just a psychotically, sick MC,
whatever you spit to me won't be enough to diminish me.

You won't leave with a victory.
Just leave my vicinity,
the only thing you've taken was a !@$)gots virginity,

it was some tranny named Tiffany.
I'm going crazy, I wanna rhyme some more.
I'll rip out your spinal cord and leave you on tiled up floors with a ##&*%$ sore.

I'll probably end up filed in court,
but not for the same reason as your dad getting sued for child support.
Little (*##$, damn right, cry some more, to me commiting crime's a sport.

And if this angers you,
I don't know why you're rappin' dude,
these punchlines will put you in a crappy mood, now that is true.

My multiple lyrical syllables will make you
look pitiful and shook like Lil Wayne on his seizure.
You're just another freaky geek,

attention seeker creeper who beats his meat to Justin Bieber.
This %#@! that I spit is proof that
I'm a lyrical reaper and it's a fact that your wack raps are weaker.

I'll turn your subs into non-believers,
you're not a battle rapper, just a !@$)got $$# Diva.