Ya losin quik Ya punches are pointless, like iraquie test flights//
I shut down ya best effort, like bin Laden’s ex-wife’s sex life//
i elect weapons to destory quik's selections into sections//
this fags never "off the hook" like his "internet connection"//
ill put u out cold like a winter nap and i wont even get started til i finish this rap//

~Layin tha shit down~

..Your a Disgrace Faggot Fucked realhomeboy When He Was Shitfaced, In A Site Of Illness You're Misplaced//
i curse herbs the worst Quik assures, T drops one line to rip ya verse//
i gotta gift to burst a mind 5 speeds faster than yours, u can only shift to first//
Not Only Are You The Embarrsment Of RB ure The Wackest In da 804//
..Your Wackness Is Probable, Quiks A FAG, matches the Topical//
And I'll Shatter Ya Mind Frame, So The Bigger Pictures Impossible//
..Ya Lack Spit You Drop Whack Shit, This Verse Im Writin Is Juss Practice//
The Sad Part Is The Illest Parts Of Ya Verse are Inbetween The Brackets//
Get A Life Quik Your A Grown Boy, I Checked Ya Age, QUIKS HEATED haha Lame Rage//
We Might Be Postin In The Same Thread But Skill Wise We Aint Even On The Same Page//
Quik Looks For Porn Online Cuz He Sure Didn't Know How To Use Hot Lines//
..When It Comes To Verbs I'm Word Perfect, As The Hook Bends Ill Match To Curve It//
U Gotta Come Sicker, Cuz Ur Margine For Error Is Thinner Than Ya Girls Cervix//
..Quik I Suggest Ya Prepare For The Worst, Im Doper So I'll Re-ensure Ya First//
And I'll Leave Quik In The Intensive Care Unit Like His Childs Premature Birth.






*Freestyle