i'll drop my verse now.....


first off, battling me is dead wrong like chris wallace and eminem/
i'll block your punches like martial artists, you defenseless like armless men/
you tryin'a mix PHD with PMS and be a smart bitch/
i'm heart-less, putting concrete in your rhymes couldnt make a hard-diss/
you backward like criss-cross clothes, like pamela a, a silly ho/
bet your real skills only stack up in the art of blow/
you little bow-wow, get stepped on like ants/
i post battle verses, you just post rants/
fuck a multi, or imagery or a well-written diss/
i'll take this battle shit back to basic and just beat you with sticks/
you misguided like nellys collaberation with n-sync/
one line you drop got more holes than fences thats chain-link/
fuck it, your masocistic, i'll let you get you like pink/
got permanent writers block like air-blonde who cant think/
you so etheral, you aint even got presense of mind/
retarded, need ghost-writers when dropping a text-rhyme/


done.