ight just got home did a quick verse for ya. good luck kid.


Dare to grind, I could swear your lines were scared of mine,
I`m ill, Like a guilty arsonist its somthin U gotta 'bear' in mind/
I`ll rip ur arm off in combat, WORD got you rappin shook,
This ain`t Peter Pan muhfucka, But i`ll leave ya 'capped 'n hooked'/
Slapped 'n cooked when ya ass gets took the fuck up off this,
Fuckin homo, I`ll put 'defeat' in your head and cut your 'losses'/
Hang ya guts from crosses, You lost this & ya styles blown,
Fuck it, I should just let u win So I can crush u with the milestone/
steppin' to me is stupid so to show you how wrong it is,
i'll throw your brain on a treadmill to exercise common sense/
see my verse’ll leave hearts with first degree scars,
while ya deliverys more disappointment than birth of retards/
i’m tearin ya content, ya flow cant blister hate,
cuz i’ve ripped stronger material off ya sisters waist/
Wins are the modus operandi, and WORDs a forsaken deamon,
You think we`re the same? If thats the case then i`m 'breakin' even/




WORD