Thinkin of punches all night, making "u" sweat it out,
Just cause you bleedin from "ur" pussy, makes you the vet now,
I bet now, "ur" worriedt hat you don't get a month to drop,
Cunt stop, your like a morsel of food, a runt to pop,
Yep, your correct, I am jumpin from cloud eight to cloud nine,
And people gave you time, now please am I allowed mine,
Do you need a loud sign, So I wake up, see Roc's weak diss,
when he should come with a meek list,
I'll jog your memory, to make your feet pissed,
Oh wait a minute, you and Nimbus and you won how,
Just cause he doesn't want to respond, makes him done now,
Ok sure, got the Marijuanna leaf, your sigs cool,
But your like a table saw, just a big tool,
I'm not mad, I just want the old Roc, come on "B" your changin,
See I'm Godlike, turn my back, and leave you hangin,