Yeah! Derm D, Golden B, in your era, bringing that terror. To all your crabs out there spitting that nonsense: we’re scare you rappers like bomb threats. Yo, check it out! This (is) how we break microphones, ungh!!!
Verse One:
The soul within my bars will snatch you, so as I restart this chapter
My legacy starts to capture your spirit like martyred pastors
The impact from my passion will get you artists fractured
Surgical with the pen, creating art with the sharpest scalpel
Fuck that!!! My terror reigns when painting these guillotine portraits
Drop lungs like antihistamine tortures, verses with power are killing your barking
Crybabies act saltier than tour whores
So, babality’s ridding this planet of test tube warlords
I’m fit for this tactic of vicious attacking with venom I’m packing
Swiftly thrashing these sensitive rappers
Raising trebles to call bluffs, but figured out they’re all small talks
With your sugary memes, save your sweet nothings for Hallmark
And, after your shallow homies serve bad bolognas
You big dogs are reduced to rubbish and crumbs like alimony
Nigga, your status (are) only worth less than a Facebook bitch fit
So, from this Rap district, you’re dismissed

(Scratches by DJ Fumo)

Verse Two:
Derm Diz brings total kaos like Dr. Death’s revival
Ducks preach for peace now; before, they’re suicidal
Don’t ask for love; that gets you no points like tennis tournaments
Getting cocky out of your element leaves you torn to bits
You really want to start whylin’
Turn you so-called Deebo niggaz into Archback Palace
Since you played wrong, it won’t take long to run you out
Y’all bastards are wastes of flesh dripping from your mothers’ mouths
‘Cause y’all refused to go straighter then perms in beauty parlors
Proved to be three times the loser like Tiffany Pollard
Confusion’s disorganized; rep’s in the Earth’s soil
So, stress me, I’ll crush, kill, and destroy you
Making scenes with malarkeys like you’re a big threat
You’re better off feeling the wrath of Rev, Sway, and King Tech
Once it’s known you played yourself like Jeru
I’ll ripped through your domes like Dominique LaRue, then you’re through
Blaaaooooooowwwwww!!!!!

(Scratches by DJ Fumo)