You think your style is authentic, that shit ain't eccentric

My cartoons are more real then your bitch ass Reinvented

Your ass is demented, I play you out, cemented

You'll have you jaw sittin' awe struck and lamented

Words too big for you? I'm a dictionary

Your a pussy fairy

Gettin' sick of my dairy, air

Grow a pair

I got enough balls to go around, it's ground round

Servin' up a platter my four course meal of astound

I'm unheard of

My words shove

Your ass out the way today

This ain't fore play, but hey

Finding my kinda of style without a beat is rare

But I'm just a newbe, so you shouldn't care

You say I'm white but call me a nigga, folks we got a wigger

Your a waste to life, pull your own trigger

Suicide may be the only way to cure your cause, your causible

The ways I rap circles around you are fuckin' plausible

You say you got a pair of fists?

They ain't gonna do you well when you cryin' after my diss

You seem to be gettin' pissed

Your unwanted like a cyst

And you say you know karate?

Welcome to my lyrical dojo, you're a rap hobo

As untalented as the 70's lobo, so give up now while you still alive

I'ma leave you stranded on a deep sea downward dive, you won't thrive

Mad dog, I've passed bigger logs

I lyrically fuck you up on a nerdy blog

Your trapped in a place where you can't get out

Internet toughness, no one hears you shout

Your pleadin for help 'cause on the path you stray

When the only problem, is your closet, you're gay

These words you spit, and shit you spray

I've been more intimidated on a toddlers play day

Doggy dogg, I'ma finish you off once and for all

You rappin' slow and stupid like a southern drawl

When you get your ass beat who you gonna call?

You probably spend your days, trollin' at the mall

So keep on replying like you gonna win

You couldn't double over me if you had a twin

So you better write a will to your next of kin

I'm about to go in, feel your crawlin' skin

After your striked with pain, layin' out back in a trash bin

I have to say not bad, your raps are tight

About as tight as a whores pussy at the end of the night

I'm here for a battle, a lyrical fight

Gettin' you pissed off helps me to sleep good at night

Explaining my own lyrics ain't a hobby you know

But I saw your song about your future, damn boy you blow

You explained your own lyrics on that song yo

So keep pointin' fingers on shit you do dude

I ain't stupid dogg, your obviously screwed

So Rx is my name bro, don't wear it out

You'll be limpin around senseless like a boy with the gout

First of ill mention alluminum, your wacker then shit

Ill bend you over, and ravage your clit

You can't diss me, un subliminal hits

Your straight forward rap ain't even legit

Talkin about kittens and cotton, you spaz

Madd dogg got your raps on lock, Alcatraz

So get off this shit if you ain't got the nerve to spit

Fuckin' with real rhymers, you about to get lit

Like a rolled blunt in my kit

Next is madd dogg, sorry to say

But your rap returns, come off kinda gay

Your moving from the path, far to be stray

But like the saying about dogs goes; they blind, all they see is grey

So keep hittin back with raps

Your gambling with craps, and you off the map

You say you live big, but you shop at gap

So put down your cap, block your eyes

Rx is about to lead you, to your own demise

So back up, and step your ass off

Your struttin' your fake ass like david hasselhoff

Cough, I'll see your re run off bay watch

Lunch time? gonna eat my lunch meat?

Only meat your gonna eat is my six foot long sausage in the backseat

These bugs are flying around spray 'em off with cool deet

By the end of this rhyme scheme you'll be kissin' my feet, pedicure treat

Gettin' sick of rappin', what, I'm a reject?

I'll diss you overhead with unreal beaten dialect

Your a reject, keep up with this prefix

Your idea of a good time is sloppin' over two dicks

I do this rappin' rhyme just for good kicks

So keep givin' me thumbs up, y'all got good picks

Hm, it did take five and I'm still here

Obviously I'm loved by many near and dear

I'm comin' out in the clear, three months sober, and I'm dieing for a beer

You need to stop worrying, spending you life in fear

I've already wrecked, and I haven't shed a tear

You say your dick is mushy, fag da

Main problem that tags ya, is lack of a fuckin' viagra

Take five of those, and watch the cumshot blast

And Taylor Gang can run and savage ever drop you cast