ight, i didn't see this post before so ima
spit suttin real quick, Freestyled, like tha last
battle. . . . ..

I dont write pre-write rymez, but spit off-the-top epics//
Full of that Mos Ill foritude, a characterized intrepid//
You whine too much to mention, fuck you if you think this shit was pre-writ, I wrote that last sentence in under 6 seconds//
You fear me, yet wanna rematch, you cant touch me, its kinda like taboo//
We could have promoted this battle for three months and still people would ask, "Who are you?"//
Now I've been called a killa, a fake a thug. a no good dealer of drugz//
But a liar? typical of a whiner, so undo the laces...off come the gloves. .

NO MORE GAMES . . . ..

Its time to flip the script, you hit n run, i run to hit//
You fear a direct hit to the lip from the butt-end of a pistol whip cuz Young Brown purchased all the shots I had in the remainder of my clip//
Then you'd take a cheap jab to the hip, knock me over the head wit an over-sized stick, 4-inch think and not even make me twitch//
Make me have to pull some sort of drastic shit//
Drive ure bitch to the summit of an 18 story cliff, and before she can submit, throw her off of it//
You never heard me spit like this//
My names not reconized yet, most people just call me, "I cant believe you just said that shit!"//
I wish i could persecute one person//
This is the second battle, the rematch, and you've done nuthin but worsen//
Son of a bitch, muther fucker, piece of shit, asshole, something can be said about you wit every word i was jus cursin//
How many more re-matches will you have before you relize that if someone told you to spit suttin good, you couldn't deliver//
So how bout you go home, wit a box a tissues and cry me another river......end

Ight vote on this shit ya'll......thanks .................-one