yo yo lets battle mutha f**ka

that was ok, depending on what Crypts puts up, u might wanna up it on ur 2nd verse

Peace im a beast waitin to unleash my fury on you//

bring ya crew, im through with the dissin its pissin me off//

your s**t aint hot, i brought a bag of tricks, i wont miss, when u get shot//

think im 14, you just a text battler typer, still needin a fresh diaper//

think im gay? hey i dont give a f**k what you say//

In one ear and out the other, u just another mother f**ker//

You cant find your d**k, we know he needs it//

use a magnifying glass and you might just see it//

Sorry that was just a pube, you loose//

o wait, that you f**kin your daddy on the news?//

Holy s**t truth of Peace to be exosed//

you cant git nothin, not even any hoes//

so come on b*tch talk some more s**t//

Hate on the Crypts, ill drop you in a bottomless pit//

imm a hellhound, puttin a lock on this round//

and just so you know my d**k is 2 inches…from the ground//

haha ha ha ha ok ok

ima stab ya lryicly but if i ever see u i jsut might come to be

that the d**k 2 inches from the floor aint there no more

 ill lyricly own u physicly pown u mutha f**ka ur mine

u aint seen this s**t so devine u reem to survie

but ya s**t aint leaving ya ride ya s**t dont travel it dont flow

y dont u let ya unravel some more o and tell u b*tch stop

i dont want her no more ill kick you right out the door

there fore mutha f**ker ya ass is grass mutha f**ka wach

me blow past oly blowin ur doing start close to my ass

but now thats done and im pretty sure ive won so start

walkin or b*tch start the real f**king talking pc b*tch im out i

got the sickest emce

You think your tuff, think you got the stuff, think your so great//

Bitch its my turn, your now in checkmate//

this has gone to far its like a debate//

its irate the state im in ill creamate you, and ship you off in a crate//

i read both your verses and im ashamed//

the s**t was lame, and everything sounded the same//

shouldnt have f**ked with me cuz im insane//

whos the loser in this contest? Peace the the name.//

Motha f**ka ill mop the floor with ya//

Imma soljah i told ya, that im through with you//

ive heard better, like from the sound s**t makes when its on the bottom of your shoe.//

so back down now, cuz i really aint feelin ya//

talk s**t all you want, but ill haunt you like im a ghost//

so lets have a roast, and let everybody post their vote//

out of us two u may be liked the most//

but come on, you raps wont even get you any toast//