That was hot yo. keep it comin, heres my second verse

This kids got dark rymes, he need to lighten up/
he tryin so hard, his masterbation hands about to tighten up/
so quit trying, commit yourself to an asylum/
give your dad his rap book back, now quit trying to ryme 'son'/
He gave me ammo, let me know who I was facing/
Now Im chasin this fake Jason like a raging kai-jun/
ur mom bailed me out, told me you was talking back/
she said you saw a whiteguy on B.E.T., now you think 'U' can Rap/
now thats a joke, like you having a highschool diploma/
I beat kids like U all night at work just to reach my Quota/
and that Identdy Jokes been used befor, like your girls tampon/
You aint battlin, you trying to make love songs like Cam'ron/
You wanna tell storys that aint happend, thats fine/
Next time gets some help, and try to make shit actually ryme/
I'll get your face stoned, like an Afgani smokin pot rocks/
Willy wrode his bike to my hood and caught writers-block/
and fuck that, atleast I got a casket, you know how much that shits worth?/
Thats your moms pay for 3 days around my turf/
and nobody in my family sings, U stupid bitch/
we'll cut your arm off just for that watch that hangs off your wrist/
I'll take 'Ur' life, like missdelivered mail/
than sent you back to the post office in a box with no nails/
and befor I go, and get u off my penus/
stop being so angry and do like Mel Gibson and find Jesus/
and sorry, couse after this battle, U wont be able to rap/
I was gonna tell Wyclef you got his rapbook, and he'll probably want it back/

I gave it a good shot. I leave it to you dawg. Do your thing kid.

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..