Ugly duck, you ugly fuck, you think you’re good-looking?
You tease me, calling me a pig? Hey, where’s the mirror?
I saw you and Simon D, who you like, a few weeks ago
Do you remember? And he said you look like me
Oink oink oink? Shut up,  cluck cluck cluck
Other guys have quite some respect in their songs
Do you remember when I was really struggling?
The money that you lent me really helped but
Three years ago, you were my fan, starting from today, you’re my bitch
I won’t beat you up because you’re small but my right hand is pretty thick too
I’m different from your seniors, I won’t threaten you
All you need are chopsticks to eat a mountain duck
You want me to use actual names? You think I’m a pussy?
Is that why all you disssed was just J’Kyun and Mad C?
You think you’ll be promoted if you diss hip-hop’s Son Seok Hee and the hyung who puts on BB cream?
I’ll put a balk in between your eyes that are as slanted as mine
I’ll diss the big shots that you wanted so much, pay attention
First, fuck Jung Ki Suk, that mentally ill dog, that Judas bastard, just stay where you are

If you look at me the wrong way, you’ll get cut up like whale hunting
When E-Sens was kicked out, you held hands with Dynamic Duo
When he was sleeping, you sent in a testimonial
Then you come on TV and pretend you’re a nice guy with a smile
Is it a fault to reject a million dollar slave contract?
Simon D, you fucker, I knew it ever since you stole JTONG
You fucking bag of bones – Sun Joo Kyung, you didn’t know this, right?
The first one to apologize to me was Simon D, you were deceived
After I battled with Dead’P, I did an interview
I said I was gonna go after a bigger name but if they beg, I’ll forgive them
Guess who politely calls me the next day?
But then he calls me out for being on Just Jam like some kind of hot shot?
A-yo, Jung Ki Suk, rip off your dick and feed it to Sun Joo Kyung, who’s good at sucking – is that what your loyalty is all about?
You fucking dick-sized bastards, pretending to be manly
There’s only one reason why you dissed me
I’m your enemy’s enemy’s enemy – I have no allies, I only trust my head
You have only one mixtape. But you say I’m too frivolous?
You have only one mixtape. You have only one mixtape
I don’t do my research? Then what have you done?
After I sell all of Simon D’s organs, I’ll move on to your front tooth, arm, ear, wheels, food, your stuff
Hope you don’t dig in the wrong place, I’ll peel you off, I’ll do it quick
Why do I post stuff on FaceBook? Because I’m a fucking good writer
Swings? Why am I pretending to be cute? Because that’s how I can become popular like Beenzino
Boogie on and on, you’ll die if your scalp comes off
I know the mixing is crappy but I rip myself several times
King Swings, I like it but I rip it again, King Swings
Mad C told me, you’re an idiot who attacks the weak
I’m the scar that grows on top of the scar that grows on top of the scar
Pick it and wipe it and I’ll nail it to your tongue
After I force you to eat it and you digest it and take a crap?
Put it in a dish and the person who will eat that is Simon D
You little fuckin maggot, if you wanna win over me, you’ll need magic
You’ll need Kim Goo Ra, Jin Joong Kwon and Sayuri’s talking skills
Along with the newest electronic dictionary in your head
You fucking pig, we’re brothers dude
Simon D, go to a gay bar with Primary
I’m not done yet, hold on to your casket and hang on
If I take that bastard out, he’ll probably cry, that idiot
When I dissed Big Deal records, you were the most sensitive fucking biatch, no way, biatch okay
You’re Amoeba fuckin Culture’s biggest slave whore
Now I don’t understand why I dissed Dead’P
Dead’P hyung, please buy me some drinks, you’re better than this bastard
Sun Joo Kyung, listen to me, I’m putting my arms on your shoulders
I love you too but you need to lift up your weight class
Rhymer hyung, Rhymer hyung, I can’t snap out of it
They’re right, I’m just an idiot since birth
If you want me to leave, I’ll leave, this isn’t being sarcastic
But if I’m sued, who can handle my debt?
JTONG’s Jung Hoon, I did what you told me to do
If I fail, tell your company to accept me
Like a man, fuck all you fuckin haters
You can suck my dick, balls and fuckin air
Yeezees, I’m still the king in excellent health, believe me
Even if I’m kicked off the political scene, I can rap, fuck TV