You gonna hate this, cuz any more attackers is gonna learn what I spit for// (Qb Sniper)
I spit war backwards just so you know that the shits raw//
Scientific mixtures of scriptures to rip through six floors//
Kick doors then rip more, now you see what I live for?//
You could pre-write, bite, or even slip a G to the judges//
When this meeting is done with, I'll walk home, you'll be leaving in crutches//
And u talking like im a scholar//
I WOULNT pay 50 cent of yo brain if you had it, but now I have a dollar//
U actin' like playa spittin and mackin' wit mad dogh, you don't even have hoes//
We'll see how that goes in battle when I'm snappin' ya backbone//
I'm the most vicious to have foes, you spittin' wit wack jokes//
Witness attack though, have you waving your arms like you hittin' the backstroke//
Don't step to this, you aint as malevolent as Spittin Quik is//
You rap with negligence of proper predicates, I gotta finish ya sentences//
You the type to say one thing, but do the opposite, you hypocrite//
You should quit cuz you can't spit for shit like you split ya lip//
It's time to rip, but aint got the vocab to try to rhyme wit this//
You don't supply the chicks, two nicks is the only dime you hit//
You show wackness, I posses the skills that your flow's lackin'//
You beatin' me is like peace on earth, it won't happen