drastic spits hit ya chest, quit kid ur powerless
rip dome's off necks, leave red fluids, drippin' like rusted shower heads

"Shit's U" a real bitch, feel this, this is my show so i'ma steal it
ya style resembles having sex with condoms, cuz i don't feel it

u don't have nebody u can run 2 in a crew, so hopeless
wanted people 2 up ya weak verse b4 ya even post it

ya lucky i spit 1st, cuz i react sick causing static
Take-In-Line's like ya a starving crack addict

ur age u can't fade, i stole the spotlight like snatching lamp shades
fill ya camp up with grenades, the only time ostrich is sick with aids

so Supreme Killin' ost-rich with "Flow's of Gleams"
Cuttin him "Short" of "Threads" like seems of jeans

as a kid & now u have always been an usual square
i run more "Circles" around ya, then "Def" kids playin'
"Musical Chairs"

this was an ok verse i wasn't trying my hardest but o' well