You Try To Flow Wit-Me But Get Choked and Shown NO-PITY//
I ah Compared Your Battle Verse to Pic on Your Sig. Conclusion: They're BOTH-SHITTY/

Its easy 2 see I'm ah Eat this Kid On Wheat.. Just Add The Mustard And Add the Mayo/
Fuck This Fag.. The Only Thing he Keeps Rolled-Up Is Play-Dough/

I'll Have Your Chick-Gagged & Still Fuck Her on the Rag../
CHop Her to Pieces, Stuff Her IN Bag..Then Call You UP and Brag/

i'll make yah body scatter, my arms are helicopter blades dat be in da right place//
your punches wouldn’t land, even If i put an "X" on my face//

my rhymes are like razors makin paper thin cuts//
Sound like you got a dick in your mouth; like the teacher from Peanuts// (WAH WAH)

Even if i could hear you speak your style is still weak; I know it's not fair//
After this battle you gon need sign language AND a fucking wheelchair//

You Try To Get Viscious, But I Leave You Bitches Cryin' For Weeks/
I'll Put a GAGE To Your Face.. Then Tell the Cops U Died In Your Sleep/

I Wish You'd Challenge Me Again..Cuz I'll Battle All your Friends/
Looks Like I'm Battlin' No-One... Don't U Want Reality to End?/




peace out