(verse)
Ayo,
I’m closin’, this posin’ herb, that is bitched up and soft spoken
Look at his raps, you can tell that 100 percent of his brain is broken
Kid’s so over rated, like the next Eminem star, that’s still debated
He’s the biggest herb, since Fred Durst claimed he was hated
I pop more shit, than you can spit, and that’s over and done wit
Your style is as wack, as the shitty ass rhyme you put in your sig
Juss because your from Long Beach, doesn’t mean your pure street
Have your skills more spaced out, than 50 cen’t’s crooked teeth (lol)
If ya blink, you’ll lose me, next time my advice is don’t choose me
I have you broken up into pieces, like the “Friday the 13th” movies
So this battle is over, get your rabbits foot or grab ya five-leaf clover
Still ya chances of winning this battle, is like a drunky being sober
it's an ok verse not my best but good,