either way.. just to show I had a verse.. here it is...

thoughtz of murderin' thoughtz with words like rock.//
this blunt's gonna stone opponents like torture, scortch your block.//
force ya glock into early retirement, and just like it when I hit stage ya times already spent.//
I tar and feather vets, an' this amature still thinks he ain't gonna wind up a sticky mess.//
ya shit like brick cest, might feel it a-bit,//
but compared to my chronic ya tonic can't touch this like I was michael jacksons twin.//
you think that chicken scratch'll win, ya shit's so light weight it might blow away in the wind.//
ya-in a no wackness zone pal, so I'm a tow ya flow away like my rhyme was a wintch.//
and this violation of rap law ain't just a ticket, bitch you gettin lynched.//
ya livin' in a battle zone dawg, better tether your jaw.//
'cause when I enter I'm swingin' so hard I might knock ya fuckin' head right off.//
when I take on this physical form I reach out grab ya nuts and you turn ya head and cough.//
choke.. same shit, when you up on stage we all know you ain't say'n shit.//
if this contest was sponsored by abc it'd be over like this script.//
'cause you forgot 'who's line it is anyway' didn't you bitch.//

haha.. ha, ha.. laugh it up... muth-fucker comin' with nuthin but empty thoughtz.....//

I was done this shit on Friday... how long'd it take you... pussy.. lol..//

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