iight here we go...i did it kinda quik cuz i'm late for school so its not all that hot... well anyways this gonna be a good battle..rookie against a vet hehe....good luck


it's curtains, KroNoX , you're the faggot version of fifty cent
u'r punchlines r played, so like over working pimps all u'r tricks r spent//
watch as this kid gets bent and broken, chest gets opened, contents spilled
leave your heart skipping beats like the latest cd from lauryn hill//
like nike advertising i'm bout to put my foot up in mags
rubbed me on a box till i catch fire, i still couldn't be matched//
your looking to grasp at straws, hottie’s bout cracking jaws
i'll get your face slashed from paws with retracting claws//
like dogs eating homework, for an emcee you're a lame excuse
i'll punch your frame into the ceiling and use you to raise the roof//
i'm hater proof, so do u'r best, u'r most well aimed shot'll fail to graze me
i'm breaking your will, crushing your and, and destroying your maybe//
KroNoX makes about as much impact as bad spliffs
i'll drive you over the edge, of an extremely large cliff//
watch me waste this last bar, just to make it an even rhyme
cause this fool couldn't raise a bar with no weights on either side//

ok I’m done playing around

People stab my punches...rehearse them until they have the 'verbs molded'//
Ill turn ya insides into ya own verse...get em to stand out like the 'words bolded'//
Kill this foe, damage his vocals...reverse and eat through//
Turn ya body inside out...and force ya own heart to beat you//
I captivate cortex's, catipult corpses...castrate cats with poor-text//
Pour flows contained with chlamydia to contaminate ya pores-next//
Ya name explaines ya sexuality... KroNoX aint str8 wit women and is used to a bruising//
You asked for a battle vs me...i guess you like losing//
In one verse you said my name 2 times...now do you think that your famous//
So afterwards you can be left like ya fathers name section at birth...nameless(birth certificate)//
I’ve seen ya other battles….With rhymes like that...nigga you gotta be teasing//
You couldnt be a rapper if you had tape and bows on the holiday season//
After i beat KroNoX...and he starts to beef...I gotta brang out the glocks//
Only time this pussy shoots...is when there's 24 seconds on the clock//
Im a "Bad Girl" with a long barrow thats real narrow//
Cause I "shyne” behind bars similar to Jamal Barrow//