look bitch. i never write down battle verse"s
its just iz got better tings to do then spend all my time doing these shitty keystyle battles....anyway..ere it goes

liquor of tears,you stick dick up queers rears. bum cheek cum smear, young son dont sneer/ you that bitch down the beach who wont jump from the pier. this punk gets drunk from one beer,then tink he look a hunk in his l,a gear/ im sorry son but im being sincere, when i say youve no idea,how easily i could end your career/ i equal fear round my area, tyne nd wear. all u equal to"s a mear fucking ryhme then see ya/
i dont give a fuck bout you, like my rent arreas. that why im not gonna bother with round 2 ive went to ikea/
cheers.........!