My Verse:

cookin emcees in wide acid lakes, making sure this kids casket waits..
your a basket case,your just a FAKE FRUIT like a bowl of plastic grapes..

so just cancel your missions ur just a fag or just a man stressing..
cause this kid tosses lots of salads and he wants me as ranch dressin..(HAHAHA)

like females braws Legend's comin off.. even with these easy lines..
cause BROOK's more predictable than shows after readin the tv guides..(dammnn)

my quotes sheer talent to top, plus i heard you clamp jaws on man-nobs..
and your a really hard workin for, cause your the best at-hand jobs..{FAGGeT]

nice-ness concurs u lost from the start, this kids simply not the spark..
and your chances of winning-drinkin-with out light, is a shot in the dark!!..(wordplay-Bitch)

this kids poor in every aspect of text,i come close to best..
cause he thought battlin me would pay off, but its just leavin him in dept!!..(OHH SHIT)

***FINISHER***

boney anorexic bitch dont enact to violience, this weak ass aint rhyming..
he must be on a ~CRASH DIET~ like drinking and driving..

iigh..my verse again..put urs up brook...