^^^^^wtf are u talkin bout up there?????
anyways....my verse

.....Startin Off.....
This bitch is gay, sayin you gonna rip me? Bitch I make pain rikashey/
I'm "servin" ya "hot" like "Dominoes", you stay "burnt" inside my "heatwaves"//
Surviving clashes wit me? you got better chances walkin through "Queens" wit "Nazi logos"/
For fun i'll punch you in the chest and leave you "hunchbacked" like "Quazie Moto"//
I'll tear ur pores into clips and drawers, cripple and rip this bitch like crypt bores/
...you're times run out, it's time for me to cuff and single out this whore//
Crucify him on all fours, this kid aint no rebel to be skipping his chores/
He just fell under the assault of a veteran of many metaphorical wars//
.......Personal Pain.......
Ya leavin wit a scar, u sub-par and bar by bar u gettin hit from a far/
Aint on my radar, ya could only win if ya copied my lyrics like ya copied my avatar//
Miles From the D? He the type to stay inside his crib, never come to the street/
And you'd have to "inhale your whole soundcard" to "bring your lungs to a beat"//
Ya flow is dry like a draught, murda ya ass in detroit and drop ya body south/
Might as well stitch ya lips up, Cuz never again lyrics spittin cummin outta ur mouth// (check his sig)
......Finisher.......
Pain like a kick in the nutsack, Durmil got this East Mile bitch whacked/
Skill u lack, this loss comin to u bout as quick as a dick to ur asscrack//

*if ya dont understand anythin dont vote