aight check it:

I’ll lock you into “Room 101” and play off your worst fears
Wipe away those tears, he disses me yet he idolises me not everything is “what it appears”
He gotta brain so weak he wears crutches under his EARS
Just another bitch suffering from “diarrhea” of the mouth and “constipation” of ideas
Your whack rhymes I will trample, evidence for stupidity-here’s an example
This bitch is a biter, he got caught for trying to “steal” a “free sample”
Busted your ass and sued as my final resort
You received the letter and thought a “lawsuit” was what you wear to court
Like to spout shit now you’re pressing “abort”, You wanted a battle and now you wanna talk?
Fuck that, this is lyrical combat, you battling me is like a three wheeled car speeding with one wheel FLAT
Man I heard more heat from Nelly and Jagged Edges “Where’s The Party At”

thats all
uppin for votes