*mic check... 1... 2... 3 in to the 4, watch me slap this bitch like a hoe*

your like emmit smith, played-out n ragedy, instead of takin-my-punches ya runnin outta bounce,
someone call 911! this shit is a tragedy like election day demandin-fo-a-rocount,

too deep in this shit got ya left witout-decent-hearing, ya got stacks of sea-shells jus so you can hear how the sea-sounds,
let's go"back in the day" when mama said knock-you-out,
i didn't mean to accept n pussies in this battle but it looks like we got a heavy vs. flyweight bout, (me heavyweight, considerin him as a flyweight)

ya hopin this will end soon but it won't cuz i have ya enternally-scared,
i keep a check on ya ass as if i had yo paternaty card,
ya came-to-tight like a bitch wit a tight pus n needs to be stretched-apart,
plenty of inches comin at you, sorry if i'm comin too-hard,
befo this battle started you shoulda asked fo a handicap cuz yo rhymes proove that you a mentally-ill-retard

"CAN KERR DO THIS SHIT?"

yes kerr can fuckin do it, n yes kerr fuckin will,
kerr leave you wit his middle finga fuckin up yo grill,

you wouldn't revieve-a-purple-heart even if you were wounded-in-battle,
you been murdered so many times that yo caskets can't fit across-the-englis-channel,
my spits misdirect ya control pannel, got ya lost like you was in the middle of the bramuda triangle,
i'm oven-fresh, ya can touch it cuz it's just too-much-to-handle

i got scared straight, have you like michael jackson wit-a-lighta-complexion,
dawg i know you ain't right cuz you gettin fucked up-n around-yo-rectum,
dawg this ain't beef... i'm jus a catholic openly speakin out my confessions

you should be banned cuz even yo crew it states that ya'll be illegal,
ref taps this shit out, 1,2,3, if ya want anymore i can makethis like scream but ya won't last fo-the-sequal


ight let's get some votes in this bitch