this fag came to the mic but aint have much-to-bring/
im's use the worst lyrics i got and still "crunch-this-king//1
im merkin this cat while punch-ing and verbaly killin/
crunch couldnt drop rhymes throwin *sues books of a buildin//2
its k.c. stands for kiss-cocks/
hard shit wouldnt come off ya tounge if you liked-rocks//3
you aint gunna have a chance dog when my flow-is-done/
you aint nuthin now but soon ta be o-and-one//4
you blow-in-son like hookers on a corner/
you tryin ta be *50 but jus 2dimes a nick and a quater//5
my punchlines hit hard so even my lyrical fights-bruisein/
you battlin me tells me that you like-losin//6
might-choosin ta be the 5th i merked/
i think youll find this dicks a pussy if you lift his skirt//7
bitch-you-hurt wit out me even tryin/
you aint lyricaly alive yet but now you diein//8
you lose in other battles and the same this end/
so go log off and change ya name again//9
you've got no talent so kid stop ya wishin/
im like mike johnson wit des track skills, theres no competition//10

get at me kid