o ok u wanna go 10-20? ok.....

look, i dont gotta feed, this shit is comes off the top of my dome//
my mouf spits hollow tips, you gettin sprayed like designer cologne//
......consider this a muggin, and i got my cannon to ya ribs//
and if you wanna go at it, i got another felony to give//
fuck this kid, you get bled like a fat bitch on the rag......
wit no tampaaaax..................................

ok here it goes that was just a lil opener



i burn-n-CRUCIFY wit heat that melts ya bars into CROSS word puzzles//
take ya stagnant rhymes to another battle, cause u got flow like a mud puddle//
somebody throw me a muzzle, this pups all bark, im the man 2 shut ya up//
u gettin left like a lephrechaun wit diarhhea, shit out of luck//
im from georgia,i give a fuck, you can't beat me wit da hillbilly shit//
every nigga tries that diss, so i guess you can too....and miss//
folk my fists are made of platinum, that makes my punchlines worth some money//
illiterate ass nicca..............its spelled versatile....dummy//
now thats funny, and so is ya record, i hated to bring it 2 ya so raw//
but this the first time you got fucked, sorry bout ya virginity dawg//