[Beat: “Flava in Ya Ear” by Craig Mack]
[Intro]
I know Jay's gonna say this beat's dusty
But f** it, I still rap better than him, so whatever
[Verse: ALLCAPSification]
It takes five fingers to make a fist and one b**h to make a wack diss
n***as down with Jay ain't sh**
See in med community, we preaching pink unity
So when you dissed Chef and I, that beef sh** was new to me
But since you started it, yo, I'mma finish it
‘Bout to put some caps in the a** of this Canadian b**h
See, you first went for yellow but your a** stayed white
And you almost didn't get pink ‘cause your a** can't write
Got mistakes on your lyrics page, bu*ter had to fix them
My rhymes are like fireballs, better dodge when I spit ‘em
But there ain't no axe to cut down my bridge, you little kid
“Addictive sh**”? I say “simplistic sh**” you little b**h
So now he's gonna say he's gonna jack me
But his wack rhymes and flat-out lies ain't jack to me
‘Cause he don't chop samples, he don't cut with knives
sh**, he almost didn't cut the Micky D's line
But if he stepped on my polo, he'd catch a fo-fo to his nose though
And hit f**ing floor like a hoe, yo
So why you acting you got some sk**s?
Why you acting like you gonna jack me still?
Why you acting like you the will to k**
Motherf**er, you don't even pack no steel
On the mic that you're yelling in, got trouble to k**
I've got half your melanin but double your sk**
So why the hell are you acting so scary for?
Or more importantly, how come we rarely see you in forums?
We gave you med for your threads, but we were mislead
Now your a** is dead, like your f**ing dead-end career
Spreading no vaseline while I hit from the rear
Stabbing your back, like your punk a** stabbed mine
Then you reach for your non-existent nine
‘Cause we all know you can't rap, and you don't pack no gats
You won't bust back, ‘cause we all know Canadians can't clap
[Outro]
Yeah, ALLCAPS representing for the two-zip-one-six
And I'm out