GataboyslimDivine Write gonna wish he stayed quiet in hind sight/
you can't see me wit the lyrics, Ray charles, 3 blind mice/
readjust ya focus, u gone need some hocus pocus/
or a miracle from Jesus, why'd u think u could approach this/
giant, I'm Goliath and u David, but this time around/
David gettin stepped on and stomped to the ground/
I got the crown u throw'n rocks at the throne/
tryna get my attention cuz ya daddy ain't home/
and mama ain't home, well son now the drama is on/
and I can smell the victory like it's some kinda colongne/
you fucked up, u shoulda just left the beast sleeping/
now ya non-swimm'n azz is in the deep end/
wit no float, look lil homie there's no hope/
get ya mic, make a noose, and hang it 'round ya throat/
and the only way that i could get beat by Divine Write/
is if this was a battle for the Flo- Rida look alike
Divine WriteThis aint a battle, this is just a test of my wits/
A testament to how testy I get, you teste/
like dick, what made you think of testing my scripts/
you thinking you can pass the test then thats it/
nigga a jip, the rhymes i flip like its dimes that i spit/
planting seeds of manliness inside the mind of a bitch/
Once I'm finding my niche, I'm finding a glitch/
inside of your skull is where I'm deciding to rip/
Gataboy your chances of winning are Slim/
Face it I know anorexics bigger than them/
Even Dz got more nigga in him, the bigger the stunt/
The bigger the blunt I'm smoking you in/
Everybody here is hoping you win but they like/
its Divine name another waver doper than him/
that can Write more potent than him, astigmatism/
plague my vision and i still got more focus than Slim/
I called you out so its not like I got nothing to prove/
but in this battle all you got is something to lose/
now to end this battle with a scar that'll bruise/
This 20 bars will send him to another genre, the Blues/