Spite, despite you aint the Fiesty type, lines you Bite//whats the Hype your names the 'THE SPRITE' drink "THE SPRITE"// and burp the Methaine, you a train stop your engines,and bring you to a derail, now u RENAMED//

you battlin me, you have no authority makin' yourself look like a MOCKERY// like LOOSE CHANGE you'll be enilated cut down like MAHOGANY(Trees)// cant chuck a proper Mock at me, make yourself LOOK LIKE A MOCKERY, ima take over you like BUSH'S DEMOCRACY//

The only thing you'll do is host battles, my punches related to CASHIEUS(CLAY) you'll be tossin coins while i kill you & bin your shit under a dirty Mattress//

Your rhymes is just past the Satisfactory,Your name not SPITE should be MASTA.P // THE P standin for P.O.O.F.T.E.R. ITS FOR real, the cats gonna get killed and have no space for his GRAVE in this world//