You got the chance to battle me off "Bitch Slapped" and thats what your about to be//
Cause im respected, like a pimp i got you down on one knee//
But don't excited cause its not to suck my dick//
Thats your bitches job, ill over power your wack rhymes, and "snap" your pride like a stick//
Ill kick you so hard in your stomach that youll be shittin your rhymes, like verbal diarohea//(how eva ya spell it)
But nobody would notice the difference cause they both the sound the same, cause "plop fart tinkle" is all people can hear//
In the middle of a rhyme i pull you off the stage and hold a nine to your voice box//
Cum oozing out your "exit-wounds" cause you've been "swallowing" to many cocks//
Readin' my verse leave you shocked like a black person win the 100 m freestyle//
I'll slowly grind you down, like a nail to a file//
Just your name is "wack", cause i've never seen the words thug & whyte go with each-other//
Grab you by your head & shove you up into your hairy loose home, ur mother//
Leave you in there for 3 months, make you put up with her dildos hittin your face and breaking your nose//
When i pulled you out half your fucking body out you were "froze" and u had half de-composed//
So im off now, n ill let this emcee spit his verse that i guarantee "will" be wack//
Judging by your other battles i'd say you have no balls, just a shriveled up ball sack//


Hopefully you wood have dropped your shit when i wake up tomorrow....
Peace