ight , check this out son.
yo,

i'll burst through blake's torsoand make his chest collapse, perhaps assemble these verbs at his throat and use the blood to highlight the facts.

his lyrics are trash fed, u'll rest in the coffin's bed holding on by a vasst thread, soon he'll be ride'n the flatline like segal on half past dead.

this bitch is like a ja rule in tights , he'll lyrically lose this fight , in the e.r he'll be screamin about his chest when the doctor surgically removes my mic.

i must give blake his props , this kid is a gladiator.. yea right , at eatin his mommas pussy but in the long run he was glad-he-ate-her.

my rhymes off the top my head , you're complaining that it's written , dawg , i've slapped guys twice your size for half of the bitchin.

i'll beat the shit out you blake , murder you in the worse way, not even worth the essence that i deliver in the first place.

gay ass rookie , you never shook me nor will you ever , cause im taking a cleaver to whatever your callin clever.

this bitch sucks so many dicks in a pary he blames da lemon-hen,
blake could'nt be sweet an melt the mic if da rhymes he spit was m&m's. (eminem's)
i've slapped guy