ight heres my shit . . . .

Muther Fucker, you never burst out wit flames, from the begginin you burst into flames//
You prolly think that ure Mos Ill cuz you beat Born to Kill but wit me your playin un-winnable games//
You so dumb, you walked through Columbian Crack fields lookin for pot//
You like a neon light pole runnin through Vietnam rice paddies beggin for a hole, just awaitin to get shot//
Bullets commin' from Compass direction too many to mention, 68 shots went into un-disclosed sections and not once did my barrel tip get hot//
You were the one who set up the thread for a challenge, and who wrote back? Thug Whyte//
Now was i suppose to be scared of someone who couldn't even set up the battle right?//
So you'll school me for free? what fee would you charge me//
i wouldn't pay you 2 cents from a Quik-way counter for you to swallow a piece of bark from an ant-infested tree//
Stick to a day job and do me a favor, quit rymin//
I'm only sayin this for your health, cuz your losses will continue multiplyin//
If i gave you a shotty, you still couldn't kill, you'd be frozen still, you didn't think i'd come this un-relentlessly but i told you i will, but its time to end this cuz like niccotine, i've had my lyricall fill//
Rest In Peace the lyricist wit no skill, Mos Ill...end

thats it....now all we need is the votes......c'mon everyone
help us out....thnx ........................................ -one