Jaylevel: Read diss slowly nd die lonely cause diss punchlines I throw are so deadly. Spit ur shxt nigaz, I gat my armour on. One bullet from my revolver wil get ur moma's' pussies torn. So beta run for ya ass while you still can. Or be left with everlasting scars your gon show your children. With my heavy punches on ya rotten asses, I'ma grant yu a sweet pain. Ya'll tryin beef me bt i'ma mak ya blood rain. Make da rest of ya lives mi^se^rable. And smash ya asses broken on da floor lik it's pie^ces^able. Stick a bullet to your gullet and all yu av left is death in^heavy^table(inevitable). lookin into the mirror, all i see is horror. Ur skulls ur bones as I eat u modafurkaz raw. F%*k y'all modafukaz....Shoot em all down coz dey claim 2 rule with no crown(shaeve).Break out lik violence/ descend on ya'll lik pestilence/kill ya'll morafurckaz and hav ya skulls as an evidence/don't look at me coz I might just be your doom/ i'ma find yu out and revenge will be soon/ Every finish line is d beginin of a new race/we jst gettin started we stil at d base/Wack emcees are messing up d game/throwin nursery punchrhymes I see so lame/youngbitch, hell-gay, hell-foego, cheap7; ya'll son of a same bitch/so let ur eyez lizen nd let ur ears see as I gv my lame speech/mak ya'll all pay d death price/2 kill u tramps, I won't need 2 shoot twice/ me Jst dropin som shxt on diss surckaz nd I ask if there's anyone else?/or remain silent 4ever as a coward bt I knw u modafurkaz stil wana talk I guess/dissin 2 da fullest in da contest....furk ya'll beef eaters.