aiight, 15-20
no d/r
no crew votes
3-0(KO)
first to 5 . . . and i'm spittin' first . . .


this ain't a verse this is assault with a pen//
the only time you SPITTIN' QUIK is when you're servicin' multiple men//
son, even if you were walkin' right behind my ass you still couldn't follow my shit//
so just take this loss like a man and swallow your pride like a dick/
your ryhmes are lackluster and your mentality is smaller than your measly salary//
you can't FUCK WIT' ME, DOG, i ain't in to BEASTIALITY//
fuck voters, when I'm done with you we're gonna need a criminologist//
claimin' you're nice, but alls your bringin' is pussy lines like busy gynocologists//
lyricism just ain't in your genes, at best you're pathetic//
you're better off unravelin' your double helix and tryin' to mess with your recessive genetics//
shit, i could write this in heiroglyphics and it wouldn't make a difference//
you think you're da shit, you're just da shit stain on my shit list//
you've got no hope similar to AIDs patients on their last T cell//
you're only SPITTIN' QUIK when i'm chokin' you up like Latrell Sprewell//
tryin' to defeat me in these rap olympics but you ain't in lyrical fitness//
you'll sprain your brain's left hemisphere tryin' to fuck wit' this linguistical gymnist//
you undefeated?, I got news for you like Walter Kronkite//
all your other fights were pussy-to-pussy like two dykes//
but now you accepted a challenge from an MC wit' talent who gets lyrically violent//
just treat this verse as your Miranda rights, dog, and REMAIN SILENT!//

spit . . .