yo rules
5bars min.
20 bars max
any thing sides that goes aight

but heres my verse
ayo ima gonnna battle this foo phat mic i aint talkin fugees well im killin him softly tonight//
well i spit and write quick to pull my macs u be gone foreva neva beat me in ya life//
i be stunnin lyricly gunnin inject my venom call 911 this foos runnin//
hes scared not big and bad lil tramp come to my block ill push u like a stamp slap him like a jack make him clap back//
boi do u know ur goin against the lyrical champ hit the road and pack ya bags//
tonight ur gone and its gonne be ya last//
new guy hit ya with verbs sounds like an atomic bomb dropin it all over make ya go back from now to ya past//
ur a trick and when i spit dont try to still tricks r for kids quick to split ya lig//
cuz verbal flip scripts shed more blood than krip hits//
hes prolly dumb enouh to not know what a clit is sides his//

yo son post ya verse up im out~1~