fuck 2v and hes short verse...
i can go dissing you all day.... its noting.... time to grab a flow and run with it.... listing to how to be an emcee 46 instrumental.... lets go...

cocksmoker.... this is a fight with flem... you take pipe from men...
you type the trash-raps that he use from the recycle bin...
ya life looking dim... ya punches are all slim...
in rap your like a prositut.... cuz you useally get fucked at the end...
let make this simple... i told dude to spit a punch and he tryed swallowing hes fist...
2v a bitch... even if he stick he's head up he's ass he wouldnt know shit...
i'll bath with your nympho... splash til her mask is mashed to a thin hoe...
a bastard gets limbs broke... and homo you cannot sniff with a split nose...
HELP!... somebody get the spray for this parasite...
i'm glad 2v using key broads-to speak on-instead of mics...
you a joke bitch... you wouldnt be dope with a coke sniff...
2v thinks hes punches hurt cuz he swinging them with a broke wrist...
you cant see me nor read a good punch like u blind and illiterate...
cuz everyone know ransum i'll smoke this kid like a baby with a cigarette...
so spit now...bet ya think ya sick now you fuckin prick clown...
2v done made me flip now and im flippin out like a spazmadic gymnist wit down......
.syndrome ..im rollin the indo n tellin ya chick ta CUM outta what ever shes in yo...
and itsmells like pussy in here....... can someone tell bill gates ta open the windows...


let me breath yo....
aight let get back to it...

im the sickest with writtens... da kid ran vicious when spitting...
2v the quickest at giving.. a vivd description.. cuz he suck with the sickest a-dick-tion...
inflicted with vision... of my victims.. when my pen get ta scribblin...
2v skin gets da ripp'in n disfiguerin straight to oblivien...
in rap u'll never get paid... close's u got was an intro.. mic-check...
watch u'r mic wreck... you wouldnt be known to blown with a dynomite rep...
so watch ya step... when punches run up on you...
hit you with the gun to... that'll rip and ooze everthing from ya hip to ya gums fool..
they guarated to do more then stun you...
limbs on the floors... while ya brain on the sun-roof...
Ima sinister lyricist... your considered a singer you wigga...
you amount to shit like a bum's bank figuer...
your leauge gives all the evidense needed that movin' forwards not an option...
you have reb.bull in ya consion... an he has your mucous in his condom...
and you aint see nothin' wrong with that son?...shit...you a crack head that got punch in the lounge...
a king of baseheads aint get crowned... cuz hes dope-lines are yet to be found....
so admit ran nice and you a flop... im sharp like edward scissor hands with written plans
2v the only emcee who could drop more trash then american wasteland.... BITCH....

300 J.G we running this rap shit....