AIGHT HERE MY VERSE...

I'll fuckin throw ya in the street,and watch ya get hit by cars//
Ya remind me of poles made out of marshmellows,cuz all u drop is soft bars//
Lildallas's skills is gonna melt,like BBQin an ice-cream cone//
Only way u'd have nice lines,is if ya taught manners to ya phone//
Nobody wants ya weak-ass by them,just like bad germs//
D wanted ta see straight,so he went ta Comic View and stared at Bruce Bruce's perm//
Nigga thinkin his brain is big,cuz his head got ranover by a truck//
I think lildallas's saliva gives head,becase his spits suck//
Nigga imma murder ya ass,so u better get on ya knees and pray//
Ya brought the game scrabble on an airplane,so ya could elevate ya word-play//(scrabble=a game were ya play wit words)

DAMN WASN'T REALLY FEELIN THIS SHIT BUT OH WELL...WAITIN ON YA VERSE...1