*grabs UnEmceeAbles target headphones and rips 'em apart...now what son??heres soem real music u should be flowing to...mic check<<<1-2**

I'll rock-ya-stone!..UnEmceeAble is beaten so bad hes like, whoa your sick//
I already cracked all ya ribs .. but I stilll got a bone to pick!//
This Queer will-be-next cause im ignitin-text with a lightlin-flex/
Stomp ya so hard they'll think ya birth mark was a Nike-Check//
It's my Honest thoughts...keeping you straight and narrow/
Then I’ll Knock off ya Nose...like the Face of Pharaohs//
Kid ya Wak~In~Ya~Tracks and I only Attack~With~The~Facts/
Slice ya so fast ya half'll break its fall on the back~of~the~axe//
You've never touched a 'Mic' other than that head from the 'Jackson 5'/
You won't survive, cause I crush fake emcee's like a Fat Joe Stage Dive//
Your a bitch in a mesh bra... Fuckin damn wacked bastard/
Leave this pussy freeze dried, and his Whack raps plastered//
Most femcees are alot harder than you, why you even in Productions crew/
I've spotted more heart in tha noobs.. & retarded kids too//
Damn!! I can't spit about my self cuz lyrics won't define-genius's/
I already ripped you and you still got left over meat like unsercumsized-penis's//
Wanna throw words next? Think your bright...but your flames aint seepin thru/
Defeatin you...is about as easy as quitin a game of Peek A Boo//

*looks out corner of eye and sees UnEmceeAble crying in the back****UnEmceeAble just got served his 1st "L"**