I KNOW THIS WAS WEAK & IT’S GOING TO BE BORING TO READ BUT YOU SAID QUICK SO,............

yo you think you can beat g unit fams you goin through illumination/
cuz nigma coulndnt “beat” me if he thought bout me in masturbation/
c'mon Nig. your "verses" x-plains exactly why you a one-minute-man/(all his shit is gay)
knowin that you “easy” to "smoke",I woulda gone easy, but you dun did it man/
I told you kid you need too up ya multies, metaphors, and punches/
dis boy cant handle my “heat” cus i leave em “burned” out like dutches/
you defeatin me is like pullin off a "dangerous" trick or stunt/
dogg you bound to "flunk", and I just leave you "burned"out like a Phillie Blunt/
this nigga is known too “mix” "crack wit his lyrics" jus to say "he could rhyme tha doap"/
Da Nigma is gay, he like the pin, cus he just love too be "Droppin tha soap"/
yo my rhymes stay "hot" and they "burn" eternally like a Lyrical-scorcher/
its sad how I "brutalize" ya lyrics and put you through Lyrical-torture/
you bring the “blunt” and ill bring da "fire" so i could light you up/
you think you a sick emcee but its ironic the way that g unit slice you up/
look nigma... rap is a unique material and its a art-of-text/
you play wit waterguns while I work on my art-of-techs/
kid I could of spittin eight bars and still defeated that wackness that is posted by thee/
you need too elvate and stop sittin at home wit ya hands in ya pants like Al Bundy/
yo i dun brought more over and more skill than you ever handled/
I left ya lines decapitated before you started and left ya verse str8 dismantled/