opener:

you spit your game, came plain and now votes wait arranged...
...wanted fame so heavily you bust a vein, even your sigs ashamed.

riots no emcee not to offend you,
just pretend to be a venue like gatorade...
...but, is it in you?

lets continue, if rap was money id donate what you lack...
...my text murder your front to back, its nuthin but a fact.
shut your trap, im over this battle, 5 votes and im out...
...shoot spokes in your mouth, so your grill like crunk folk from the south.

thats the only way you passin as fully Lyric...
...2nd line was murder, shoot caps in your cascet and your a Holy spirit.
slip on brass knuckles cuz your punches alone dont buckle...
...2 bars would be too suddle, my punches: you couldnt duck fool.

closure:

its my former-town-where quater-pounders like yourself aproach~the~best...
...a shorter-crowd-for the normal-sound-where my lyrics elope~your~chest.

as Bill~would~taunt:your mine to fill~with~haunt...
...you cant escape the fear when your pill~is~shot, dude you just got killed~with~font