Aight, ill verse ma... heres mine...

I might be German wit a mic, beaten niggettes down like Iron Mike
Im not here to lose to a dyke in my own lime light//

You took me to court for rape on a mic and I admit it...
Judge took one look atcha and I was acquitted//

No words, no lyrics spittin from your mouth...
change the name brand from SouthPole to "Pole-South"//(Dick suckin)

You can claim to be the illest femcee of RB....
But you be spittin cum trying to spit lines like me//

Like Al Pacino the only lines you see, is cocaine...
Cancerous patients like you be needin Rogaine//

Fame or no fame for you, you'll be seein my name...
read obituaries with retrospect this to be no game//

SARS, HIV's your pussy be given out all STD's...
Admit one like a ticket to get a sexual disease//

Tits and Ass is all I see when I see you...
You beat Ideal Femcee? Them voters needed a clue//

We've all seen your pictures an we know what you look like...
Only problem is nobody wanna vote for a transvestite//

So rap or kickboxin they'd still raise my hand...
Rap like Kickboxin I'd merk you lookin like Lieutenant Dan// (Forest Gump)

Aight,,, upping for votes.... mad props to you ma... no beef.