ight, heres how it goes . . . ( i get personal so dont take it tha wrong way...check it )

Bomb Strangler was right, that shit was whack as fuck/
I wish you luck, cuz you aint lyrically fit, ure lyrically stuck/
Your new to RB, 8 posts, for rymes like that, they should bane you/
you say ure a rapper, how can you ? , i cant stand you/
yeah im white and im gunna ku klux klan you/
you roll in a cadillac ? your not even in high school/
I didn't even need to spit back, your own words fried you/
Your only 13 wit no skillz and no ones heard ure name/
I'm the one who made the dust on the ground turn into a hurrikane/
Yeah i live in manhatten, as a matter of fact i was in the buildin/
so go back to class, write rymes on ure notebook paper, cuz i'm sick of crushin' you children. . . end

12 bars of pain....up for votes -one