k heres my verse:

After im threw with you you’ll be resting in the cafeteria/
Ill be runnin all over you like im a sick disgusting germ called bacteria/.
This mothafucka “shake-spear” wanna take me down to my knees/
But ill be the first to make him drop down and put his hands up and freeze/.
He’ll recognize me as the crazy one that runs all over him like a flock of flys/
Ill drop you so fast ill be the one to be saying my good-bye’s/.
Now ill be spitin hard vocab you’ll hafe to look them up in the dictionary/
Ill make you so pist at me ill make you fly yer pussy ass outta her like a faggot canary/.
My style of rap is unknown to you its like im an affection/
To you and how I do it so you better find something for yer own protection/.