fuck it i'll spit now, i don't need time to prepare....
1 2 1 2 checkin in, check check, here goes...

you "wait till tommorrow" to write ya rhymes//
while you bite ya rhymes i'm spittin mine...
you need help any way you can//
last time you "came correct" was in the palm of your own hand
you can't hesitate on acitate//
you need to concentrate like when you masterbate
phony ass "prankster" soft like butter//
d-d-d-d-rop ya verse kid, leave out the s-s-s-stutter
you got more than you bargained for//
there's a thin line between "entertainment" & "war"
i can't wait to sread you like frosted wheat//
my words spell"defeat" you on the edge of ya seat
you must be poultry cause i smell"chicken"//
11 "hurbs' and spices, you sit there "finger lickin"
verbal howitzer, my verbs devour ya//
vocab so powerful they fondle and deflower ya
i'm hot like embers cold like mid december//
carve it in ya chest in case ya don't remember
you got beat by me, handed defeat by me//
aint got heat like me but you wanna "hit the street" with me
textual terror the texture of horror//
settle this score a few times before left poor sports like you sore
don't got a gun don't take no drugs//
don't bust slugs with thugs or spill bicari on rugs
i'm STRAIGHT EDGE, so sharp i cut ya throat//
we'll leave that up to the folks who vote
i'll have ya tradin"tears for fears"//
you "shout" so loud bu no one hears
you fell on hard times when you read my hard lines//
these rhymes crack spines and solve algebra "sines" & "cosines"
now it's up to you to spit hot shit//
lickitty split don't just sit if you can't make words fit you might as well quit