aight,
yo, this pussy bitch entered my battle thinkin he's all big and bad/
i send out my lyrical killing that leaves em dead like those in Baghdad//
fuck wit me and ur in 4 more than a war, ur in 4 a massacre/
really, u shudn't battle me coz in all fairness, ur only an amatuer/
shit this is gonna b rough so after u've lost, get urself another manacure//
my rhymes produce a feeling of genocide amongst faggots like you/
coz i slaughter people like you like hitler did 2 every jew//
i'm gonna rip u 2 pieces like a doberman does 2 an intruder/
only my words are sicker than ur mama fuckin ur dad's imposter/
she only did it coz apparantly ur dad cudn't test her//
shit even wit ur hand so far up her ass u still wudn't have the upper hand/
quit tryin 2 rap and now Justin's left N Sync, they're lookin 4 u 2 fill their pop band/
as this battle progresses its clear 2 c that i have the upper hand/
so stop fisting ur mama coz that shit shud be canned//
aight, i got 5 lines left and i can still go on/
well not 4 long coz ur sister's comin round later 4 sum 1 on 1//
shit and i wont make the mistake ur parents did of producing u/
well i cant, it aint in my gene's 2 produce heaps of shit called dw/
mu'fucka u cant test me, i'm the one thats testing you//
look its the end of this game so give me wot u got/.




spit.....