This is a song about "Dread loochrasta"

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Ima make you dread this fucking rap battle thread

While i'm making history

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

Lemonhead end up dead

Insidious feelings of dread

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I've been misled, yet, no matter how much death, dread or regret,

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

Talkin' thathip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch