dis a 1vs1 battle dawg..sorry
aight.. peep
like RETARDS in VIETNAM... your HANDICAPPED in dis BATTLE...
stepped into my jungle, up da creek wit out a paddle...
All out Hogg? you aint nothin but a piglet...
figment of your own imagination.. but TiM C up in this..
i part weak MC's like MOSES parted the SEAS..
pardon-me, but if i wanted to hear raps the quality of yours- i woulda FARTED G...
wreck you like drunk drivers' Hondas...
the champ, runnin dis shit, fuck it call me YOUR HONOR...
925 sissy city? what the fuck is the 8O77 Slum Sector?
i kicks flows that rock shows at levels off the RICHTER-
strip you down to raw lyrics, you fear this.. i wreck ya...
fuck a ID, or a witness.. they gon need dental records...
Lil Blue Savelle in the trunk of a big block Chevelle...
keepin you breathin, just so I can show you hell...
murder you, kill myself, beat ya ass at heaven's gate..
nickname him 2 times 4, cuzz his rhymes gettin 8...
great? naw, you average-at-best...
sav-wit-the-vest? nah, fag-wit-no-chest..
cuz i unload the 12 guage on ya, explode ya internals..
wait for the reincarnation, and kill you at the maternal..
dont try dissin me, TiM C is ya hero..
you got as much respect as the amount of people visitin ya gravesite... zero..
the only way you droppin heated verses, if you had my shit on ya computer screen and fumbled it..
fuck movments, i leave you dead, wit no stumblin..
mumblin.. blah blah.. ya shit makes no sense...
hence i react wit tight shit, damn son, give up RHYMES FOR LENT...
no1 feels you, like bitches wit AIDS..
riches-i-made.. bought some ammo.. bust clips-in-da-shade...
i wont try personals, by making you rap i already dissed you..
treat you like ugly dudes on MTV, straight dismiss you.