SAUCE WHO EVA TOLD YOU TO GO OUTSIDE IN SHORTS IN THE COLD WEATHER/ CUZ NOW YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN *I*,
AFTER THE *DEEN*, I'M GONNA DETERIATE YOUR SPLEEN/
LIKE A HIT OF XTASY/ IT MIGHT HELP TO SEE,
THAT U CAN'T OUT DO ME/
THAT YOURS TRULY IS TRUE DEFINITION OF WHO U WANT UR KIDS TO BE.

who da fuck this wack bird "ineed"/
yo name aint the only thing backward so take heed/
a ghetto seed?
na you stand out like chronic next to fake weed/

^^ to fog

oh great this guy had to make a "cum-back"
cuz thats all he does it take cum in the mouth and in the back
n' i hope ur town aint full of fags like u in wisconsin
why u rippin on me bitch, get off my johnson
cuz fuck it u cant rhyme
u have a better chance makin ur career as a pedifile, fondlin boys who r only 9
battlin me don't waste my time
u weaker then girls doing pushup
then only way this fag be straight is if he scrolled down, then he pushed up
so get a job, get a man, get sum skill, get a life
this aint homicide, its suicide take my knife
how can i post this shit to a fag thats a fuckin joke
i'd destroy him freestyle cuz he'd have a dick up in his throat.
fogman really needs a operation
to fix his back he threw it out at his occuption
but i guess that what gay porn will do
why tryin to pickin me, what'd ur childhood do to you
where u raped or beat
cuz this is like god vs. a mortal, u can't compete
so this ofically makes u the "pussy of the week"

come on kid ur shit wack
u cant cut it u cant hack
so home and smoke ya weed
before i beat ya ass so bad that u insides bleed

^ next man

this kid claimin he got secret sauce
but he dont own the recipe now ill tell u who the boss/
get lost unless u change those lines
runnin ur mouth like that get u lost like behind enemy lines/
u ridin bench like back-ups ridin pine
slap u silly make ur lil convulsions sub-side/
im like RISK i divide an conquer flip it an maul u


next emcee

yo dis kid_forst talkin bout secret sauce when he took it in//
strapped one on in behind let da ass fraggin begin//
fukin wit CJ nigga dat a sin, read holy text fo u front shit within//
lyricly glisten while ya lyricly pissin, lines bars an shit, fragmentations os shit missin,...listen....//

1,2.....

all ya'll dudes is wack/
u couldn't spit an ill verse if u had one sittin in ur backpack/
i'll give u the secret sauce/
that comes from in between my legs/
bust all over u now ur given birth on ya head/
so stop usin big words u dont even know wut they mean/
i'll wipe u all ova the floor like if u was mr.clean/
ur a feen for my rhyme flow/
i'm gonna turn this shit ova to the next person,
cuz its his or her time to go

Hold on... where I'm from we don't spark them tecs//
Best believe we park them vets//
I'm here to finish what was started by Carsonjet//
Listen kat- I hardly bet//
But I place my odds nine ta' ten that we'll make him sweat//
Elite you fake respect//
This whiners lyin just ta' save his neck//
JayHull'll ace tha deck//
I'll erase this reject just to infect all sane' to neglect//
Ya brain'll disect//
Statz'll send reign through ya projects//
Now tell me can you or can you not see tha logic//
Fuckin wit me is like somethin way to tempting n' toxic//
Pedestrian playin wit plenty of poets n' prophets//
Ya lame, man stay up out tha game before I lock it//
I'm like with two glocks in this//
Tupac'n it, two wrists cockin clips//
Trust me ya crew'll lose get a clue there's no stoppin this//
Rasie up n' say somthin now, make it fuckin proud//
Baby I'll lay you fuckin down, hopefully its softened ground//
I say you were made to be a clown, thats how we spit shame in my town//
I let it loose loud right in tha crowd, you better not be around or lets say out come time ta' be fuckin with my crown//

OH shit we got a breach in this motherfucker's speech
You arent spittin Jay, your rhymes are imitating a leech
Vets, fuck that what'll you beat that with
Your ride is about as nice as the shit you spit
You're so small I could flick you with a blip of my wrist
These lines are better than anything you could afford to sniff
Drift off into outer space so your vocals will be erased
Your flows intrest me as much as a bad Judge Judy case.

I'LL REARRANGE UR FACE AND TRANSFORM IT TO MY TASTE/
UGLY AS HELL, YOU'LL START YOUR OWN RACE/
YOU'LL IMPERSONATE MASE AND TURN TO GOD,
BUT NO ONE COULD HELP YOU CUZ UR ABOUT TO GET FATALLY SCARRED/
I SHOULD BE BARRED FROM SPITTIN/
CUZ I'M ALWAYS SHITTIN ON SOMEBODY'S FACE/
THIS IS A LYRICAL RAPE, AND YOU BEEN ABUSED/
THIS IS NO HOLDS BAR THERE'S NO MUTHAFUCKIN RULES/
SO I'M BRINGING ALL THE TOOLS/
TO FIX U UP NICE/
IN THE DIRT IS WHERE I'LL PUT YA,
AND DONT WORRY YOU'LL LOOK JUS RIGHT.

Tryin to fight i'll show how its right
I'll show you my shit leavin it on your doorstep tonight
What the fuck is that light at the end of the tunnel?
Its your ass stickin out lookin for some cum to funnel

DAWG STOP IT WIT YOUR BULLSHIT RAPS/
CUZ ALLS UR DOIN IS CHEWIN GUM WIT YOUR ASS,
AND POPPIN SHIT/
I'M BOUT TO TIP U OVA,
LIKE THAT MOTHERFUCKIN TEA CUP/
BUT U AINT GETTIN UP/
AND IT WILL BE BLOOD THAT U SPILL/
CUZ I'LL SHOW WUTS REAL/
AND LET YOU KNOW HOW MY MOTHERFUCKIN GUN'S FEEL!!!

Grabs tha mic.......
Aite check it

Releavin text-stress with cursed-signs repeadedly merking mcess with my worst-rhymes//
Vicious lyrics explode like land-mines,dangerous like whatching blind kids disperce-nines//
These fags aint ready for me,they scared and straight shittin-there-pants//
Im only 13 but unlike these homos, i get more ko's then boxing-events//

wow, i cant hang with you fuckin computer nerds
that was possibly the worst flow ive ever heard.
that shits absurd, i cant believe you would even write that
atleast you know that no one will ever bite that.
i might rap, better than the average rapper
your flow was so shitty you must have be spitten while on the crapper
hahaha, laughter....thats what im fuckin after
my flows are so sick this shit will probably be dowloaded on napster
im a rapster, with lyrical ability
your a fag sir, and youve now destroyed any credibility.
so let me end this battle now, before i waste anymore time-on- you
cuz im sure your ego's been rattled now, but thats just whay my rhymes-will-do

look at you thinking your a rapper now,
your probablye a foureyed with a unibrow,
your beats a re whack man, you sag like my sack, everytime i nut your the lunie that yells get back, your totalled, a big rig collision,
after this attack they are going to call me the man on the mission,
you truly think they was sayin you shittin, man i could do better when i was pissin.