Aight...

Bitch You Couldn't Murder Anyone If You Were The Gunmen of Clue..
Damn Your Limited, Even With My Tongue You Couldn't Spread Death Like A Flu..
Rap Could Do Without You, You Need A Better Intro..
Against Me You Better Off Rappin With Whack Dre In Fucken South Central..
This Guy Couldnt Win If He Was Working For A Higher Power..
Like An Angel With Out Wings, He's Fallin Faster Then The Twin Towers..
Punch My Fist Through Your Skull And Make You Talk Like I'm A Ventriliquist..
Make Him Worship Satan Cause This T.H.U.G* Fuckin Think's He's God's Gift..
Quicker And Quicker My Punches Make This Cat's Hype Depleting..
Maybe It's Because This Bitch Was Banned Cause He Couldn't Win Without Cheating..
So I End This Battle Nice And Swiftly..
Thanks To ClockWyse My Limits Are Now History..