Diss The Emcee Above You

[Scripter]

look ill tear you to pieces
and spread salt in each of the creases with feces
an thick greases of the last victim
who thought he slick some
shit son...
you couldn't hit a lick
if you whipped out your dick
and all of your income
I'm like a mortar
you can hear it now...
not my sick sound
the sound of a quarter...
he ain't a rapper hes that sound
when you sit down bound
after the tenth round factor
of a plate of liver, and a chicken gizzard
it's all down crapper
you need to get your shit on tape
and take the scissors to that crap
when your facing these words.. actor