Time to rhyme This track is prime Here we go Gonna collect that dough Get ready to be blown bro Spitting fire is a normal thing After this i’ll be the king King ShortStak has a nice ring Your gonna get wreaked By this track Your tracks... they lack I’ll cut you some slack Beat you like Jack Black Do a scadoosh While i swoosh Your blood will ooze After you lose This track is whose Not yours I’ll go on tons of tours After you go and get lost I’ll exhaust Like a boss You’ll be like the Forth Person i’ve tossed Around the cross Go ask Jesus If you’ll win this battle He’ll probably say no ‘Cause He’s all powerful The number of times I won is uncountable Your name...unpronounceable After this you be dead From this record i made I throw so much shade On your and your maiden So go Before i roast you down to your toes I buy you a rose To put on your grave When i’m done we’ll have a rave On this road i pave The path to my fame Your such a shame To this human race I’ll rip your lace Off your doll And give a roll Down ole shame lane And your be hated And rated the lowest Your the slowest Writer i’ve seen Takes you ten years to make a diss on me Oh right i forgot you’re trying to get a date I’ll use you as bait To get me your date What are you, eight When you step on a scale your phone munber is you weight I finish here You don’t need a seer To know i beat you Dj ShortStak done I’ll give you some grace From being beaten by this ace