u couldnt make me stutter if i was spittin and doin da shake//
my rymes rip da meat from ya bones like a t-bone steak//
and where do u get off callin yaself a thug?//
thugs dont get they shit pushed in like a telephone plug//
u should get kno props for doin that thing u call rapping//
and thug?, the closest u came to shootin is hand clapping//
i battled u for a reason, to make an example//
so u gets no effort, jus a free sample//
get in line just to lose, its called the give in go//
so y give it ya all, have some sense, somethin ya rymes dont kno//
u have kno skills, jus none, its a shame//
and when u done wit dat verse, state the real writers name//


spit wheneva fag