Aighty I ain't bitchy about postin......

Yo by the time I this week ends, your whole crew will be sonned,(1)
I'm givin birth to each of you bastards, one by one/(2)*
you changed ya name to from K_Verbs to ~Textcellence~, but you still wack,(3)
every single piece of skill you see in my verses is what you will lack/(4)
you better go and call chiropractor, each word's snappin a vertabrate,(5)
you elementary, can't tell a subject from a predicate/(6)

Switch styles

I'm makin your record 1 to 2, got you turnin blue, you ain't even got a 'Clue', what kind of 'Proffesional' are you?/(7)**

I got skills so diplomatic, you the dusty shit in atticts, if skill was free you'd try to grab it, but it's not so suckin is your habit/ (8)

damn Dyce rippin [you] so flawless, I ain't even came my hardest, but my shit is still the raw-est, you just hangin in the closet/ (9)

you can call me master, I'm disaster in two forms like Master Blaster, incasin you inside plaster, I just saved you so call me pastor/***(10)

*I already beat Kawtic in his crew
**DJ Clue's album The Proffesional
***No not Aron C. Viylus, the video game Master Blaster from Nes and the second one was on PS I think.