Aight,
this fool goes by the name of Spittin Quik, well he has 2 b if he's gonna suck dick after dick//
no need for discussion, i'll blow him up n say it woz human cumbustion , its disgustin//
ay yo i skribble invisible flows like ghostwriter, a live wire dynamite tied to a timer//
my battle records gonna b higher than the amount of times spittin quik wanks/
my flows will fuckin finish this faggot i might aswell b sendin blanks/
if u think ur gonna beat me ur gonna fuckin need a whole arsenal of tanks//
my flows endless while u use the same recyled lyrics coz u cant rhyme and think of ur own/
shit i'm the king and after this people will recognise dat i shud b sittin on the RB throne/
dont fuck wit me coz i'll beat u so bad i'll put u into shock and my victims kno that i'm prone//
2 do anything that i want at my own free will especially dickheads like u that i Rip 4 fun/
my rhymes r so hot ur gonna feel as if u been out 4 too long playin it the sun//
u think u spit rhymes dat are ill, the only time u'll b "ill" is wen u see me run down ur mama in a road kill/
dont come back 2 this verse after wit a weak response wit no punches, just rhymes dat fill/
i take time wit my rhymes and put in so much dedication, so do us all a favour and take a lethal overdose of ur medication//