When I puff weed, the smoke goes straight to my brain/ I'm going insane/ my balane is mad hard to maintain/ My rhymes hit hard like a hurriane, Floyd, Hugo or Andrew/ If he gets up in my fae I'm a dead your man too/ My rhymes are hot like a radiator/ my flows are more additive than Atari spae invader/ I'm like Darth Vader, I use the lyrial light saber/ I smoke wak MC's like an ininerator/ Nobody's greater than the mighty Dialekt/ My rhymes are more spiritual than any Christian set/ you never know what to expet when Dialekt hops on the mi/I duff Giuliani the leader of the fourth Reih/ Fuk the polie, the po po, the 5-0/ I'm a do more mushrooms than Super Mario / I'm high yo off a blunt and two bowls/ I'm a kill herb MC's and rip out their fuking souls/ Know your role that's what the Rok says/ I'm the people's lyrial hampion like Cesar Chavez/ I spit insane rhymes like I got turrets, I'm one of the ill lyrial prophets/ To All the Wak MC's who think their rhymes is hot/ I'm here to tell you oh know they're not/ It's the mother fuking time to fae the fats/ yo, all your shit is wak Your omplete withdrawal from MC territory is mandatory/ If you don't, your life will be history/ your rhymes are sorry, and your beats are even waker/ If you don't boune I'm going to sak you like a Green Bay Paker/ I ain't no raker, just ause I'm white don't mean I an't spit rhymes/ In the future I'll be known as the greatest of all time/ I smoke a dime before everyone of my shows/ I smoke a bowl before I write everyone of my flows/ All yall know that I'm the playa hata slaya/ I'm a jump on your head like I'm soni spinning on sega/ I'm the alpha and the omega, I've got the ill rap sti/ If you think your rhymes are tighter we'll have a lyrial one D/ we'll pound a forty, tap the bottle twist the ap/ then we'll rown me the king of all this world of rap/ everybody lap, and throw your hands up there/ you better swallow your pride if you wanna keep swallowing air/ don't even dare, try to hallenge this lyrial samurai/ slaying wak MC's made me riher than Brunei/ If you don't wanna die, you'll get down on your knees too/ I'll slay the first born of your entire wak MC rew To All the Wak MC's who think their rhymes is hot/ I'm here to tell you oh know they're not/ It's the mother fuking time to fae the fats/ yo, all your shit is wak

these are a couple songs about one of the girls i hate the most

nananannanana.......Ape Man...ape man...apeman... haha straight from the heart for breanna right selina

peep the visuals a stone faed individual living off the residuals kikin it without the hemials my rhymes are skilled leaving you stranded pants down around your ankles my onsiene it dangles suboniously i'm like hitler to the jews like the grim reaper wit a sak of bad news like ol' dirty said i like it raw wathin your empire lopsided bout to fall i'm kikin rhymes like i'm pelle i'm hittin the bank like its payday so next time straight up guard your fae and just wath your pae ause your not going beat me one maybe not twie athin me off guard is like the roll of the die