You’re lucky I made an exception coz I don’t usually battle chumps
I’ll defecate on your rhymes, the way that a cattle dumps
I don’t know where to start, I could diss you in so many ways
I think I’ll start with the fact, you misspelt ‘Renegade’
You illiterate amateur, don’t you know I will damage ya
You ain’t even a threat, let alone a worthy challenger
What was you thinking, when you saw you had me first
Another suicide mission, and yet you still spat a weak verse
It’s Ewan David Alman, the Hip Hop stallion
You’re a fan, admit it, you want a song on my album??
Forget that! You’re too wack, you tape I’ll eject that
Hip Hop’s not for you so please just forget rap
Ain’t got a clue about cars, spitting bars, or harsh flows
This guys got more cheek, that my flipping arse yo
Its been a waste of my time, you got devoured and scorched
Your about as useful on the mic as a solar powered torch