Aight look....

Took you five minutes to post a prewritten verse
Sorry son but now I'll preorder you a hearse
I understand ya name cause your skillz that of a friendly ghost
You're punches slide right through me so why you gotta boast
Remind me of a urinal cake your the shit I piss on
When my aims on, this mic will make you be gone
I'm grimey son, the hardest to to ever spit this
You's too soft to phase me, Chrit's punches make you shit bricks
Welcome to the jungle, you'll be greeted by my guns
N roses will accompany your casket sorry to widow your wife and sons
My ryhmes like higher learning and my flows be my degree
That's why your brain be burning, you're intellect's no match for me
You must have a learning problem it my be that ADD
Or it could be dislexia so "me for match no you're see"
(see you're no match for me)