ok thanks...ok here it is

Yo I Disperse phlegm (mucus), my spits will hurt this faggot man, who carries a purse at hand....
Reverse ur stand n walk away, I’ve seen more potential in blank verses man!!!!//
talK is lyrical and sick I’m like Venus and Serena over the net
You claim you a 'sick dawg'...well you finally came to tha right 'vet!

iight time 4 some mad multi’s

Ill hit Quik viciously with blows thrown consistently/ sadistically beat you rediculously til ya deformed even more hideously for darin me/ Your verse will be idiocy,it’ll make me literally spill-my-drink, you couldnt come half as ill as me, if you “Split” the Ebola virus with persistancy//
I’ll vividly depict mentally and visually disturb Similes, and Miserably knock you out your Misery/ u Kiddin me? thinkin you were even a Candidacy?/ My shit is so sick it cant be diagnosed Clinically!/ur dickless so how can you mimmic a man? im illness at its Epitomy,/ (ß look it up)//
You reorganized recycled lines from forty nine different ryhmes/ dropped that shit and realized, all combined they still wasn’t beatin mine/ Disguise and hide, you tried, but I’m stuck in your head, stabbin your brain with your own spine//
only thing you know about cumin ill is lickin-bitter- cocks
Your such a fuckin pussy only time u drop shit is the in litter-box!//
Ya name is part caps, that’s why ya only half-way-known, ur retreat is pointless whether its fast-or-slow/ regardless watch this fag-get-choked, tha outcome of this is terrible like ya wack-ass-quotes//
my rhymes be biblical scriptures heaven-sent, while your spiritual influences is pitiful
Don’t speak it if you don’t have the neural fortitude to touch my metaphysical// (<-- look it up)