street u been defeated u aint spittin nothin cause i poured acid down yo throat i cracked ya speech puttin hot punches through yo ribcage no-one going to hear yo screech//(mournful cry)
you might spittin hot ish when i spit throwin cold hollow points punches rippin through yo torso
i keep throwin dese full blows ur going to win? iam going to lose? naw playa its been verso//

I'll smack ya bitch ass like my hippo but in an pimp way bitch u'll treat me with respect i'll have yo ass go to da fuckin store buy me an bouquet//
Iam like an clay when i spit fire i always come hard iam crazy mental my punches just dont pinch ya skin i'll go deep ur gettin scarred//

He thinks he'z an thug he rides on tha streets but da last time u was ridin on streets is when you playin hop-scotch on seasme streets// (o yes dey did an live show in maryland)
I'll discrete you body so u can have 2 personalities i got some tricks under my sleeve more surprsing when yo mom saw you jerkin yo meat now this battle is ova yo ass wouldnt be hotter dan mines if you was in an hot-seat//

iam out~!


~peace~

Main Entry: ver·so
Pronunciation: 'v&r-(")sO
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural versos
Etymology: New Latin verso (folio) the page being turned


scarred-adjective: deeply affected