wut are u on crack, steppin to me-i'll have ya kissin my feet-just like ya name says-ya the worst rapper-always missin a beat...
i'll be rippin ya fo no reason, or maybe to give ya a first loss-wut are u a faggot-closest ya comin to a crip-is doin the bird walk...
ya a third of my skill, i'll verbally demolish u-been here since 2002-but i only just became active-like ya mommas room...
i'll bomb with doom, have ya runnin scared-knock knock is anyone there-ya bout as smooth as a fruit-like rubbin butter on pears...
son catch this glare, it'll hit ya in the eyeballs-i'm twice raw-ya goin down hard-like blowjobs at nightfall...
why is it ya think ya real, ya nuthin near that-i put the fear in ya rap-hold the applause-until i put the cheer in a cap...
clear and exact, i'll break down ya bars useless-ya gettin abused kid-i'll just take one big dump on u-cuz i dun't give two shits...
the truth is, ya a waste of my rhymes-disgracin to shine-anyone who's got ya back-i'm breakin their spines...
anotha rapin online, let's keep it goin-the whole streets is knowin-that girl in ya avy-she aint got the least to be blowin...
repeat it and get beated, into the ground son-forget bout waldo-bad raps got a book-and i just found dum...

bad ender...lol....peace