Aight New Style For This......Gonna Be Personal......Gonna Be I.L.L......Aight...You Ready?......

*Grabs Mic Off AddLibb, Gets In His Face And Spits*

Listen, Ur Flow Falls On Mute Ears Like Deaf Kids Listening To Music/-1
Spit Sick, Then Erect Hits, As If My Dick, Had A Mic Tatooed On It//-2
I Kno This Faggot Beat The Best Of Em, Now This Nigga Gonna Get Ripped By The Rest Of Em/-3
After This We Gonna See Less Of Him, The Truth Is, He Cant Handle My Ten//-4
You Cant Come Hard In A 10 'Line Verse' So I Put 'My Fist' Through 'Ur Bars'......Hows That For A 'Punch Line'/-5
I'm The 'Jackpot' And Ur Playin My 'Game', This Aint 'Who Wants 2 B A Millionaire' Coz U Aint Got A 'Life Line'//-6
Your Rhymes Are Shit And They Correspond Wit Ur Name, So Take My Advice And Throw In The Towel/-7
Ummmm… 4 Consonants And 3 Vowels...Fuck You, Cause Ur Verse Is Shittier Than What Comes From My Bowels//-8
Ur Soul Takes Flight, Cause I'm Like Indiana Jones, But See When You Enter My Temple Of Doom/-9
Ripper Delievers That Ass, Then Leave You With A Fresh Look On Life, Like When You Were Delivered From Ur Mothers Womb//-10