here yo go boy

i was spittin venom in a fit of rage all last night/
hey easy killa i know after this battle it will be hard to sleep alright/
cause this rhyme will still be spin'n donuts off in ya mind/
now it aint ya fault that every time yo jackoff/
ya moms and ya hand scream RAPE/
look at this fool thinkin his rhymes are hot/
but really thay aint/
and thay still wouldnt be hot/
if he typed them in the middle of a fire/
or if he was cought ass rapin a firefighter while hes pullin an all nighter/
but the only way that thay would be is if you were the Devils son/
but how could that be/
when your ass is to sceard to touch gun/
but then you say you gangster/
but when you say that you gangster/
but the only name for you that comes to my mind for you is "WANKSTER"/
but look at this fool hes haven' a caniption/
cause i just put him on rapper-suspion/
for havein weak rhymes and lines/
and makin me waste 20 mins./
of my busy days and nights/

(now im a finish you up with the closer)

hey NOW i would of madE this a pink slip battle/
but you would get cought for skipin class/
cause while you were beatin off to naked pictures of Lance Bass/
i was teachin RB history/
now you should of came class/
cause now you ass is the fourth chapter of my Commuinty RB book/
"All The Niggas I Turned Into Ancient RB History"/