AIGHT, LETS GET IT...

kickin stones to curbs is the only time this kid rockin the block/
i'll let u pick which slug to hug ya mug, so basically, u callin the shots/
get mauled and dropped, bitch spit ya verse and quit callin for mine/
this cat rolex portrayin frozen stop watchs, stallin for time/
demolish ya shine as i dim ya light and short circuit ya fame/
need some food for thought? i'll leave these slugs served to ya brain/
watch this herb get slain, spit flames and scorch his remains to no existance/
try to oppose my sentence and my flow'll leave ya soul disposed of in an instant/
flow persistant while ya style resembles congested asses, full of shit/
quick to pull the clip and leave ya chestplate full wit tips/
i'm cruel wit scripts, recite spits that leave contestants lifeless/
i'll leave this battle out of ya hands when i aim and strike knives to ya wrist/
leave ya pride in the mist, left wit second doubts on if u really wanna rep this/
vomitin blood and this kid still couldn't recite deathspits/

***Final Blow***
tainted ya pride, this kid ain't got the faith to shine/
left this Rolex tarnished & ripped, so basically this cats just a waste of time

SERVED WITH EASE...