<font color=""DarkRed"">It don?t mean sh!t that Karma was recruited to battle by Burt & Ernie,
Cuz, the lame reincarnate dropped out to prepare for the Winter tourney,
Your cartoonish ?Legion of Doom? has crumbled apart like the Berlin Wall,
Can?t expect to be bailed out by Karma, so what?s really left of y?all?
A pop rap fanatic who?s jealous of Baby and a Peter Vecsey copycat,
Neither of them looks suited to match up against us in a lyrical combat,
When there were 3 competitors on each side, your chances were legit,
But you lost your star player and we no longer have Carter to babysit,
Now we can truly unleash our skill, the power of two lyrical heavyweights,
Our verses destroy your Saturday morning rhymes and darken your fates,
We?ll leave you terminally ill and watch you get taken away in a gurney,
Give you post-traumatic stress: you?ll only confront us through an attorney,
Y?all are out of your element when placed into a lyrically hostile situation,
Covering up weak lyrics by polluting verses with asterisks and punctuation,
Colour-coded nonsense, it?s impossible to make sense of what y?all bring,
We waited for a rebuttal, but it looks like Swish just made Iggy another sig,
Y?all step up to us with transparent lyrics, but we ain?t the ones to incite,
Talkin? ?bout ghostwriters when you might as well colour your own lyrics white,</font>
<font color=""Navy"">AF shouldn't even be tryin? to diss my name, man,
Sayin? I'm sorry when he's a Lil Wayne fan,
Little Venom has some nerve messin' with me,
Like I won't, give him a lyrical knockout like Muhammad Ali,
That's all it takes, to bring y?all down to ya knees,
Havin' y?all look like lil? boys seekin' a preist,
Call yourselves the Legion of Doom? Then we're the NWA,
Sprayin? these rhymes like a Tec 9, plus an AK
Matter of fact, call me the Devil and I'll start bringin? the Heat,
Scorchin' y?all like D-Wade, burnin? ya feet,
Even if he tried, Swish wouldn't even air Diddy out,
While I'll let it rain, and clear the city out,
I'm lining em up, like a Tupac rap,
Pickin? them off like a lyrical sniper with this freestyle crap,
I didn't even go my hardest on y?all, I just gave y?all a sample,
And y?all still got crushed, and lyrically trampled,
Bring anyone, we'll murder them too,
We spit it so sick with this lyrical flu,
Be glad, we're done, finished with y?all fools,
How does it feel now that y?all got less credibility
than Ja Rule?</font>
<font color=""DarkRed"">Chutney</font>
<font color=""Navy"">Smitty</font>