iight heres ma verse i hadta spit quik b4 i leave..

i’ll stay sprayin for days this kids playin with gays
his spits couldnt be path-Illogical if he lost his way in a maze
im the god of treason when this bitch spits the mods delete him
my swords make u take off a few pounds like coupons in england
u from da roc thinkin u hard? i heard der harder niggaz in a gay bar
all my lines hotter then fire, bitch they sick by far
you ride cock wit more nuts in ur mouth then a snickers bar.
see my lines are like-violence they fuck wit ya mind like-alzheimers
my hits keep in time as i drop yo temp below minus
all this shit u spittin its missin i jus keep rippin an dissin u betta keep listenin
cuz ur flow is below and colder than snow u 'ice the H an 2O' wit the punches u throw
u spitin on my fire but im too hot my degrees never fall
im raw u in trouble battlin sum1 who gets respect over all
dawg u still couldnt make good punches if you were a juice man
only time u beat me is in yo dreams and im tellin u the truth fam