Your actin all cool, callin me a rapper wanna be//
your spittin out rhymes, weak but to blind to see//
get off your high horse, no way your a gee//
you could only produce an album by payin the right fee//
I give you props since you keep on tryin//
but it is obvious that your skills keep dyin//
Originality gone, i'm gonna set you in your place//
you are of no more, nuthin but a welfare case//
your vocab is as large as the word kite//
i'm finished this diss, steppin back from the mic//
the crowds yellin, callin for an encore//
no need to continue, I just ran up the score//


Ne of u step back on my court and ur dead.

~ KAMAHAME---Oh shit it's happening again.... ~