Originally Posted by Your Last Verse

You can post a hard verse, but i'll just come right back/
Like I was a boomerang you throwin at mc's that are wack/
Your rhymes look like skiers going down a steep slope/*
If you grew in villagepimp actic, you still wouldn't be 'dope'/**
My mind games keep you thoughtless, like budah in his medatation/
It's like I kicked your ass in a garden, leave your mind in 'vegetation'/***
Anyone who's heard this kid rap would say he sucked/
Claims to be a pimp, but he the one who gettin fucked/
His rhymes make as much sense as Oprah Winfrey in boody calls/
I'll 'castrate' yo ass, I know you scared cuz you 'got no balls'/**
My rhymes keep people entertained, yours keep em bored/
I must be the pimp here, cuz you the one gettin 'whored'/
I'll rip out your adams apple, so when you lose, no one can hear you scream/
Your thoughts are like 'glass' bein RV's sickest, I just 'shattered' your dream/
This guy never pimped a bitch, only will in another generation/
Last time he ever pimped a bitch, she was named "imagination"/
Your so wack people ask "Phantom, you sure your not part greek"*/
Whoa whoa, hol up, "Phantom, didnt I smoke you last week?"/
Your writtens are 'ill', cuz when I read them I hurled/
Ima beat your ass back into the supernatural world/

Originally Posted by My Last Verse

punches ain't felt, how you plan on grabbin belts?
when the closest ya come to me... is being a shadow of ya former self
i bring the flames & you'll fail g to follow this
cuz ya ancient tracks is only deemed interesting by paleontologists
ya words hollow bitch, more of the same wack
shit's why nobody's cheering when *this* 23 came back
even ya name's wack, shit's got me befuddled
when this legendary C... turned out to be more of a puddle
he wants a girl to cuddle, but games less than splendid
bitch tried to nestle in with a girl... and even hershey got offended
it's not contended, can't remember the last you've done
last benchmarks ya made... where in the shapes of ass grooves, son