ima quickly shoot this wack newb called uzi...
this guy wudnt know heat...spittin in a jaccuzi..
givin us an hour, and a half to post a verse..
ima shut ya mouth quik..like a closed purse..
a hearse gona b cumin for ya dead rhymes..
u cudnt see through a hot verse..u like closed blnds...
guy outta his mind, probably cum wit gay lines..
coz ur style more smoked out...than woodbines..
guy cudnt b dealt a winnin hand, playin card games..
wack brains, whered u cum up wit that wack name?..
destined to rep ya name...u dead like takin "uzi" ta ya brain..
u drowning like a digestive in tea..coz u are 2 plain...
he gona pre-write...and still lose wit unlimited lines...
im like "vertabra"..quik ta split ya wit n ya back spines...

*PICKS UP A LIL NOW*
if you were cling-film, a RAPPER..still wudnt b your fate...
ima leave u in the gutter..where u can claim to be GREAT..
you been "stinking" up more LINES..than socks out ta dry..
putting "crack" in your lines,wudnt make them elevate high...
you creatin more smell than a grate opened with a pry-bar...
ima uncover your attempt at "filler"..as if u woz a "rung"car..
fuck it, this battles over...nearly as quick as it began..
you "blow" a lot of air..i`ll rename you "my biggest fan"..

one more thing ta say..retire from rap,u borin,lack tha heat...
ud make it real good at...."coachin insomniacs ta sleep!"..