yo i can't stand it/ this is it/for you to stand up and say you got the wit/you say you can spit/when you really can't/i can beat you and i'm a gurl/you really want to make me hurl/

This Shawty never gets "Dick", she tries to hard to "Intimi-Dat",/
"BabyGyal" when you Battle me i just gotta Make sure you "Ilimi-Nate",/
Ill leave This girls 'face' more 'fucked' Then a 'Hooker-giving-Head",/
The chance of you winning is equal to seeing the "Living-Dead",/
Look at my sig, Im going to "Reap-Your-Flesh", Im the illest because i've "Defeated-The-Best",/
We Must be "Racing To die" the way I "Beat-Ya-To-Death",/
Your Skills Don't come "Near-BabeGyal", Read My lyrics and now your "Fear-Shows",/
Lets talk about the Guns She "Pulls", NINES, Tens and 11 "Year-Olds"

ha ha ha you can kiss my a**/answer me man/ come on think of somethin smart to say/so that you alwayz get your way/but you need to obey/what do you think i say/that'z what i meant/and your not worth a cent/you a ho that no one wants/

know one knows if you a gurl or boy/your ryhms ain't makin me coy/so shove that up your a** and laugh/and that'z only on your behalf/when people ask you if you spit or swallow you say neither/go ahead take a breather/i know you need it/because you ain't got the wit to rap back you jus' say it/what'z up wit that/have you went wack/don't worry your raps done been cracked/by now it'z all over the website and people r laughing at how dumb you are/if i knew where you lived i'd bet you wit a bar/ and run you over wit a car/say i can't rap well look at yourself/i bring it three times faster and three times hard/f*ck you/ u can't mess wit the f*ckin best/

this waz not meant to be a rap really

dog why u call ya self tha kkbug/ if u thought that shit waz tite u must be on a rush limbough drug/ im sayin u wack an therez no mirror around/ playin sweet gamez will get u killed multiple wayz an letz not count out bein drowned/ at the bottom of a river iz where u might get found/ an i asked ya girl if she swolled or spit then she showed me/ now she just able to eat jello cause she tried to deep throat me/ oh an u can bring it 3 times faster/ cause my slugz hit ya chest an it measurez a 4.5 disaster/ now u know why they call me the ghost/ peeped ya posture an decided i had to roast/ an left u burnt up like california wild fires/ while i stay fresh like showroom floor tires.........

man that verse was wack and you aint got no excuses
dash you down an alley leave your face covered in bruises
n leave your mouth toothless, with a left hook thats ruthless
try to resist me its useless, ur rhymes are lame and truthless
coz you cant come near me or test my descriptions
rip your brain out your nose like i was an egyptian
in acient incriptians you'll see that im the greatest
iradicate this ho, no legs left and faceless

mc's dont understand the act of six lines//
i post six rhymes an' call it quik time//
this uk shit is pure grime//
mans stop n stare like im a crime....in its self//
i take the champion belt//
and say farewell as i leave your plastic raps too melt!!

sayz this is your first post az the original blitz/ readin ur rhymes make me think u a usual bitch/ but u prolly like 50 cent..... an original snitch/ wha u dont understand iz that itz a minimum of 6 lines/ i coulda stoped at 3 an left ya vital signs an flat line/ the next day kidz drawin hop scotch around your chalk line/ but i know ur type u run wit a geek/ act gangsta an u be headlinin news of the week/ your girl comin to me to speak/ next thang u know i leave a lil cum on her cheek.........

go ahead and spit your sh*t/because you think it'z it/you walk around like a wannabe/saying what you might be/you say you can take an another guy's gurl/thinkin of that jus' makes me want to hurl/you think your the best/and the truth is you are/ maybe the best of suckin cock/because by god you surly don't rock/you probbly ain't old enough to cum/but when a gay guy say come you surly walk/because one thing in rap you need to learn is that before you can rap you need to know how to talk............

You shouldn't talk you got no skill you punk bitch, this is my second post i'll still rip you like its my hundreth// Fuck a rhyme about you droppin dimes, I'm stoppin time to rock your mind, the clock rewinds, im not the type to stop until you're far behind// My beatbox hits G spots you fuckin retard you'll see spots and wee dots so be smart//

I Cant Believe This,I Never Thought Id See Such Weakness/
Please I Mean This,Leave Rap Alone Or End Up Speechless/
Gaps Seem Seamless,...Theres No Closing Your Wounds/
MC's I Consume Like Soups But Even It Has Better Flow Than You/

man you want to brag about having skills
i will rag on you on battle fields
keeping it real simple with the simple state of mind
for the first time i am out on the grind, and im about to get mine
everybody better duck cuz here i come
spitting like osama's lama,bringing drama thick as lava,comma,after,comma
dropping bombs damanging armor

i need to warn ya' that im only getting warmer
about to be scorching,, this shit is on son
look at what the hell you just started
i never take another artiest to heart kid
i just flip it from beging to end,,i am sinning my friend
but i am in to win,,with my insonet eyes and synester grin

i flip it with the most vinomus spit there is,
i been doing this shit for years and i have no regrets for the blood sweat and tears
because i have no frears,,im crushing compition like bears and leave them hanging
like a beard,,,,,just remember that im weird

i can already see that you dont want none.
but come and see me if you decide you want some
i got of lot of skill man,,,,i dont hold nothing back
i cant type good,,but i will come real fast
this is not just words, its what you call real rap.
and i am the shit,,,so you remember that