aiight keyin my verse now..

get off my-dick... ice-prick... ill 'freeze' ya rec n add an L..
ya punches weak as tissue...only strong thing bout u is ya smell..
fuken fagget... my rhymes r like fishin leavin hooks-on-ya-mind...
catch another win, till ya recs got more bumps then books-for-the-blind...
bruises define your whole style... along with ya moms pic in ya sig.. (skeleton)
memories of ya birth... cursin wishin ya dad woulda wraped his dick..
u jus got ripped.. whored or gunned... in other words this fag's sunned..
sportin more retarded words then conventions at a deaf n dumb fund..
Sins mad sick of this kid... he writes like bush snortin coke n pillin..
if he treated a bitch like his verse... then hed give her a good fillin.. (fill)
its hard to be real when... your the biggest bitch made... fag on rv..
ice picks philosphy... is come weak n talk more shit then a colostomy..
ya lost-to-me.... from way back when i said that ill 'freeze' ya rec..
after readin ya other battles.. i contemplated crackin my own neck..
what the fuck did u expect? K.O'ed for u is like a.....daily-routine...
ya failin-but-keen... even bitch textee's could ice pick ya fuken spleen..

word.... now lets get some mutha fucken votes...