Yeah. Our illness
Ice:
Oh shit, it's Epiphany tryin to rip.
u can't hold a flame to me, ur candle aint even lit.
i've done burned the wick, and turned this skit,
i've snubbed ur tip with these rhymes i spit.
u nothin but cinders to me now,
and mc anonymous, just try and show me out.
Epiphany:
It's funny, thinking that you one of the greatest,
Your way of venting out the wack is simply hating,
You cant stand that your moms a whore and your dads a rapist,
Bitch you cant rap, cracker just face it,
Elementary rhymes for elementary minds,
Your beats are what made my ears start dying.
Ice:
the funny thing is, i don't have to be great to defeat you.
i walk all over u like a doormat, and i beat u,
i cleat u, i flip ur weak rhymes then i eat u.
i'm a canibal, i'm an animal, i make meat of people like u.
u wanna call out my crew? grow a ball or two,
cuz u when i'm done with u, ur face'll be blue.
Epiphany:
Your hilarious, pretending you even got a crew,
You aint even got a fucking style to run to,
Your disses are shit, how could you say their hotter?
Your punchlines are missing, JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
Reminding me of grade 2 English classes,
Your bony ass starving more than Muslims when they fasting.
Ice:
Don't call me out on bein alone,
the only disses u spit are over the phone,
so bitch please, leave a message after the tone.
i rap circles around u like a cyclone,
in this battle, u nothin but a steppin stone.
and like a home, all u ever do is get owned.
Epiphany:
Dont even diss me like that, you cant afford a phone,
Wimp, probably scared of monsters when your home alone,
Ayo, you suck more than your mother on a Friday night,
Dont even try hard on my disses, i try to go light,
The way you rhyme you practically forfeited,
You aint like Papoose, you was never Born 2 Win!
Ice:
aight, aight, don't get ur pants too tight.
u say u light? well i guess u right.
cuz u a featherweight in this round of fight night.
I lyrically murder every rhyme u try to write,
read ur whole 'notebook', and not find one punch.
i'ma roll u up, and smoke u. then have u for lunch.
Epiphany:
You should be worrying about your pants getting tight,
Considering you wear girls jeans, aint that right?
Your getting owned on the shit that you started,
Wack rappers like you getting played like guitars, bitch,
Eat me for lunch? Your poor ass must be starving,
Your ways of beating me are theory, just like Darwin.
Who won this shit?