you talkin bout 1 verse? u gon need about 3
still couldnt see me if i gave u a bottle of visine
he knows ima beat him so i got him waitin nervous
i'll hit yayo wit more personals than a fukin dating service
steppin to me i'll turn ya family into mourners
call u a ho because both ya asses are being sold on tha corner(yayo and hos')
my flow makes typhoons u only causin ripples
u suck more dik than a baby suks on they mamas nipple
u aint got nothing in ur arsenal that i cant contend with
jesus said far more worst things in his verses than u did
im sorry yayo but ur flows got no rhymin
only time u tha best to come outta hawaii is when i throw u off the island
i hit u with the tek and rip out all ur vocal chords
i keep this verse short and sweet like homosexual dwarfs
even if u was the prince of bel air u still wouldnt be fresh
tha only way u win this battle is if u gave the voters head