HaHa..this dude thinks he stands a chance...with a rhyme scheme that resembles Paragraphs from books the way every long ass bar got so many syllables in it...naa jokin dawg no hatin..here...jus beatings...believe..i HATE to do this to you...haha


Low Posts but I Slow Roast this Next dude..gonna be a Vet Soon
You only 'Lay in wait with Clips' fuckin the guy who rolls with the Neptunes
You Suck Aint No Lucky Seven its Useless Throw in the towel Powell
Cos You Spit so Much Whack Shit you must have Emptied ya Bowel

..12 or more hmmm..i think you gonna do more...so ima get a little harder...to end you...


They Must Be Talking bout ya Body..if they say CORPS on the Floor
Gone need Life Support for this Whore When I Draw For the Four
too Raw for this War..no Need for My Chrome to Leave this Guy Blown
Cos my Punches gonna send him flying in circles like a CYCLONE

..whats the point dawg..i spit first..you prolly gonna murder the limit but whateva


Im Iller than the Champ himself..this herb aint gonna Grow when im planting shells
you aint got a chance in hell so ima kill you wit Too-Mour like Cancer Cells
I Box Fools you not cool..you aint gettin any brighter like kids who drop school
An you gonna need more than a Tissue to wipe ya nose when Shots Block ya Nostrils