aight heres my verse:

I bust-slugs, send twenty to your cap now wussup-dog
leave you leakin much-blood, sorry punk u got-plugged (1)
you aint ready for the major leagues youre still trippin on your soft-drugs
yo dont be angry at me cuz your mom didnt give you enuff-love (2)

Pretendin' yous-the-best made you loose-respect
now my crew's-vexed, here goes your neck! who's-next? (3)
I dont do nothin' else but rap cuz this is what i do-best
Im the nicest take that as a fact if u didn't knew-yet (4)

slash be the one that your friends-cant-diss, that your hands-cant-hit
from montreal to san-fran-cis..co, breakin more neck then the wu clan's-mantis (5)