[Intro]
The is the real story, of two whack ass MCs
Clamoring for relevance
And me dissing the shit out of them!

[Verse 1]
Yo, I know exactly what the fuck you're trying to do Cryptic
You fool no one, I do this shit
I started some shit with the sole intent to benefit you
Now it's why you turn against me all over again, but would you
I tried to stage some beef for you to get your shine
For your little shock value video you intended but didn't find
Instead you done bit the vine that fed you and in the blind
Rage lost your mind and crossed the forbidden line
You talkin about getting physical
The only physical you get is when the doctor is tickling your genitals
Don't even talk of appearance
You look like an Oompa Loompa from the last Willy Wonka with earrings
You're like the rap teletubby and your belly's chubby
Bitches will dig your voice but laugh when they discover that you're hella fugly
I know you bought the views pugsly, I ain't even mad
I mean, well now I feel bad, here, come and hug me

[Hook] x2
Look at all the whack rappers trying to play Possum
Every, every, everybody wants it with The Jokerr now, awesome
Everybody wants a piece, what's it gonna cost them
Mother, mother fuckers never seem to wanna exercise caution
[Verse 2]
Come on Cryptic, I ain't trying to fight you, n***a you're like 5'2"
You should put on a pair of green tights, and elf hat and read a haiku
You're like Smeagle's long-gone child
Getting drunk and lifting up your shirt on leprechauns gone wild
And now you're trying to use my age against me, you must be crazy gimpy
Wisdom comes with age, maybe you'll catch up to your name eventually
Cause as of now you ain't that smart
Look at the little angry guppy trying to start shit with the fat shark
You might be David but I ain't Goliath
And this ain't gonna be some inspiring Eye of the tiger fight if you try it
Who exactly are you trying to make scared
When you look like I should win your little ass as a prize at the state fair
You're fucking easy to diss, who let you leave the abyss
It's evem funny that you even exist
And it's even funnier I'm making you furious
Look at the little angry Mexican midget trying to take himself serious

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3]
Who exactly the fuck did you think you was talking about when you opened your mouth
What were you hoping would sprout, why would you doubt what you both know I'm about
Hard Target what the fuck are you doing rapping?
You look like a forty something ex-biker who just got through at Atkins
I can't believe it, it's the rapping Jesus
I ain't never seen a whiter rapper, you should change your name to Casper's Penis
And quit rap before you get dissed in the worst way
Ain't you got rehearsal for your next Easter Church play
You try injecting yourself into situations
That got nothing to do with you, desperate to win some patrons
From my fan base, well here, I'll allow you to meet them
Cause even if you get their attention, you ain't got the talent to keep them
I'll leave your dreams torn
You couldn't spit something sick if Cryptic Wisdom let you lick his butt clean for him
Go start a fucking drum circle bum hippy
Then you and Cryptic go hug each other and tongue gently homie
[Hook] x4

[Outro]
Got this little, Gulliver's Travels putian ass
Fuckin two foot ass gremlin rapper trying to diss me
And then a Jesse James ass 1965 haircut ass
Hippy rapper tries to jump in on the action
N***a go donate your hair to cancer center or something
Don't come around here trying starting shit
You should've known better, both of you guys should've known beter