walk shit or talk shit? thats the best you can throw??? yo DVS! the fuck i told you bout these amateur foes flimsy with flows fraudlent flacid rap bastards simplistic syilabic done got his food and feces backwards your boxing meatphors as weak as ya limp wristed punches your rhyme sheets like star jones gut they both need crunches your lyrical slump is leading towards pathetic patna your confused like white boys that wanna be rastas imposter cost ya more than ya ass can cash low class no talent upstart overly brash and gassed on my upbringing or balls swingin or whatever ya fantasy you can injest my petrol spray like diet pills for ya vanity im commandin these manatee endangered species rappers back to the confines of their cage silly-bitch is courtin disaster im master of my domain lines that plaster ya frame- then solidify only to dutch oven ya brain your not a rhymer your lines jacked from mother goose crook! rhyme scheme makes as much sense as lyrics from scoob and books thats das efx you digidedy derlect devoid of intellect destroy ya flesh so theres no trace for csi to inspect infest ya chest and swallow ya heart ya ludacris mark refrencin ya favorite movies to give ya saggin lines a spark plug ya mouth not ya butt chump ya skill is knob slobbing your shits depressing like kobe's punk ass sobbing....