desicion to kill...granted...stand and wait the execution/

incision cuts, blood spills, i do it again wit a chest infusion/

his jaw's dropped open like retarted kids with bad terrets/

he's a vet?...'loan' him a rhyme like hes got 'bankers debts'/

the question...whens this person's verses gonna stop wors'en/

'the answer'...doesnt matter...i still dont know who 'i-versen'/

had all week to write ya spit...i came back like a boomerang/

battling me in a 'coat room', and this cat still couldnt 'hang'/

only place he 'blows up' is in his avatar/ (theres a grenade pic)

throwing 'stones at clubs' is the only way he 'rock a bar'/

his record shows that his rhyme is nuthin but a bad liar/

he's a high flyer...like a plane with a bad tire/

the bitch thought he could step to me...but to die is his destiny/

to be used recklessly, standing there next to me, neckless-g/

ya first...i picked 'em to be my very first and last victum/

only way ya verses on 'top' is if ya 'underline' and shift 'em/

i pack mad punches...they say practice makes perfect.../

but then i see ya got 28 battles...practice mustnt be worth it/

by the way that punch about 'i-versen' iversen's nickname is 'the answer' for all idiots out there he plays b-ball...