We all know i`m a violent person, But lets talk about dealin verses ,
This battle be like those power-strips, ..Cause no ones feelin what Mercy's disperses,
Ur on the verge with death knockin, And theres no duckin mine,
I`d spit some real shit, But u`d turn around `n bite half my fuckin lines,
While ur suckin guys i`m busy winnin, Don`t ever bend my words ,
Your the king of punchlines, more like the king of the lunch lines you fuckin nerd
Send this herb to hell with a pen that burns and hands you defeat,
Slice ya ankles 'n upercut u so hard u`ll come back and land on ya feet,
Understand that ur weak, And as a matter of fact NM.. Fuck you,
Battle ICE? Pffff, ..I`ll slit ya stomach untill you aint got the guts to,
I trust few further than I spit, ..I`ma leave you burnin in your wit,
Mercy's verses are a 'load of crap', ..And i`m murderin this 'shit',
No Mercy You claim your ill and 14, drop rymes that hurt people do ya,
Ya rap careers like sluts on the net, ..ain`t even 'tight' on the computer,
I might just leave ya neutered, Step up and ya face`ll get curled,
U don`t fit in, ICE *points to graveyard* ..Now take ya place in the world,
Your a disgrace to any gender, But still dog.. Ass is the same,
We all know ur a bitch, ..your dads scrotum is your claim to fame,
It’s obvious your played.. & none of yur weapons hurt me,
‘Cause if you dig up the past.. all you get is ‘Dirty’,
Grab n’ stretch bodies.. you’ll die through the tension,
I’d punch yur face so hard I knock it into 2 dimensions,
Just put down your keyboard.. take solace an silence with it,
& if MY verse needs an apology.. read the sorry one above this,