Aight then i'll drop first...

You are such a fag...

You better pick up speed an run as fast as you can//
coz i'm runnin' with gunz blazin straight at ya dabatlaman//
I'll hit ya so hard you'll disintegrate into grains of sand//
I wont hesitate to pull tha trigger on tha gun in my hand//
I could even rip you if i was rappin with a brass band//
i'll serve a verbal uppercut an you'll never come to land//
your Raps gettin more laughs than the jokes from Jo Brand//
So you think your good enough to join our crew//
If you win this Battle then we will welcome you//
You couldn't even beat me if you hit me with a shoe//
I'm an established G in this game you are still new//
I'm still gonna fill you with tha lead from my twenty two//
My lines will be discusting, hard and dispicable//
My rhymes are dirty and really unpredictable//
Your like a sour grape so easily removable//
sing for the moment is Eminems newest hit//
Sing for your life is my next verbal spit//
20 lines is nothin to a nigga with flow like this//
but 20 lines is impossible when you act like a bitch//
I could write a better rhyme than you if i had handcuffs round my wrists//
talkin of wrists you'd be better off takin a razer an makin some slits//
Coz there aint no fuckn chance you can spit a better rhyme than this shit//
You steppin on chartered turf, there aint nothin that could be possibly worse//
read this carefully flick through this rhyme crunching verse//
Coz at the end of all this theres 3 - 0 KO written on yer HURSE....

Drop yer FUCKIN' RHYME BITCH