sorry for being late doggie, yo killa - i had to sleep
theres no limit to my punches like boxing master p
i know that sounds gay, buthey, when i beat you
i'll hit you so hard you'll be redder than beetroot
i eat through your verse, this mc's hurt by style
and i'm the kitchen floor, you still ain't verse-a-tile
curse your writtens, check out this nerd i'm hittin
you so much of a pussy your given birth to kittens
now i'll praise the gods and slice this whores back
and dice his thorax, withmy might and thores axe

good luck.