I aint gonna call U hindo or shit like them other niggaz I saw U battle. Obiously Iv seen Ur mugshots. I know U Indian, and black so I wont get it twizted. To all You'll waiting for this battle. sorry for my prolonging the shit. I still feel messed up but fuk it. Its a battle, not a day care center. So wit out furder adue, lets do this.

this lil nigga is calm, cool, and collected/
but my heater'll having em lookin for body parts in defferent county secters/
my words'll make sesspools out this lil' Tadpole befor he even grows hair on his 14 yr old testicles/
grab a gat and trenchcoat, and track U down when U at school/
Then give U a weggy and hang Ur dumb ass upside down off the school flag pole/
cuz U wont last thru, an attack that'll levitate and blast U in all courners that U chill at/
have Ur crack selling homies, hillusinating and asking " did U feel that?/
cuz hybrids get ran up on, next thing U know U getting peeled back/
scraped off the floor wit a spatula the size of a manhole/
I spit first so U could bite my rymes and get putaway like Hannibal/
makeing Ur inside completely unmanegable/
White blood cells ask, when is Eye gonna finish ripping this asshole, while they got they shit packed/
My rymes'll smack Spuls' spine yellow, so let me rip em while he's still black/
Indian family members comfused, asking "whys lil' Pully in a body bag? and all over the news on Comcast?"/
(this is Local cable)

Cuz my verbal attacks impail wordz thru U bitches/
Aim for Ur legs, Put Ur style in a wheel chair and It still aint this gifted/
I stole the mic from U like another missdressed misstress wit no strings attached and big Tits/ ( cordless mic wit a bit top)
Im here to punch U in chest so hard, Ur heart'll ask "whys he comin after me for?"/
then crack Ur chest cavitity on the floor while ur ribs tide to the bumper of my 4 door Hunda Accord/
Draging U off the floor while scoping the ambulances back door wit a 4' 4'/
then rip Ur soul out Ur nipples, while U weir Ur heart at Ur sleave...Literly/
I'll eat U to peices and spit U back in Ur mothers face at the dinner table bitterly/
I flip battles like boats in Heavy Rain, plus Mc's be left dwindling/
Who ordered Personal survice? cuz here comes the pain in more then one way like syninims/

Theres my first verse, good luk nigga.

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