Round 1

listen spyda you the homie but dont be acting 
like i wont be snappin you already dead but before i close your casket its time for the dissection ill dice sections out your cadaver leave you dismembered and after ill send all the pieces to your family members you cant compare to me with rhymes i spit that shit that could send a shiver down a paraplegics spine im a rarity you should know your place i leave bodies acapella or on a beat you seem sloppy sore loser either you on a roll or blades come out well i got them sticks we playin street hocky so dont be cocky you cant afford this shit ill pocket check you just to get a little green like the Mandalorian im cold with it so dont blow your shot you should know im not the one to go blow for blow with drop you hopes i wont be stopped you should’ve let me be the first to spit like coke la rock dispose of opponents whether in life or in showbiz going toe to toe is hopeless i bomb beats believe it ill stomp on your skull until i snap my ankle on the concrete beneath it