AIGHT..........

Ima go kill ya ass,and ya wack-ass verse isn't even stoppin me//
You gotta 'small chance' of winnin,like a midget playin monopoly//
Creative can't think straight,cuz i drew circles on his brain//
This cat can't elevate his punches,even if he had a boxin match on a airplane//
I can't believe this bitch think he gon beat me with his gay flow//
Ya wouldn't have wins(winds) on the board,even if ya was a surfin wit a tornado//
THis dumb muthafucka sat on a clock,to show me his ass was on time//
Someone musta stole ya brain,cuz battlin me?Ya really lost ya mind//
Like puttin poles in a trash can,Creative ya muthafuckin bars stink//
Ya spits is goin down the drain,I guess Creative should stop vomittin in his sink//
Only time ya word-play is dope,is if ya played wheel of fortune while smokin pot//
Ya need to inject medicine into the L.L.B.L heavyweight belt,cuz that the only way u gettin a title shot//
Kid ya wack,ya shouldn't even be on rapbattles,im sorry but thats the truth//
Ur NETting career is goin down in flames,like Kerry Kittles on fire fallin from a roof//
Beatin UN-XPECTED in this battle?Better chance seening an afro on MJ's head//
This cat put blood on his verse,just so he could have his rhymes red(read)//

AIGHT UPPIN FOR VOTES..........1

*EDITED FOR TYPOS*