(THE TRUE SETTING...the herb brendan sits on his computer and ponders....hmmmm how can i make my battle verse look better when i have no emcee skills at all? oh i know!!!.....)


Disgracin hip hop..are you an emcee or a fuckin play write
He created a fictitious scenario to distract u from his gay lines
Your played rhymes murdered your verse alone- heres the verdict
Phoeniix cut this fags mentality up like an enraged brain surgeon
I'm wearin this kid down till his skin blisters sore........
Breaking the newb in- like a fat bitch on a new twister board
You couldnt come back at me, even if you geared into reverse
fuck rollin into ur grave, i'll do u a favor...by pushin u in head first
Ok you lost. But you u deserve props, Brendan--cuz u tried
So I give you a pat on the back.....
....with a closed fist holdin a kitchen knife