drop ur verse dont edit a word............

Like clocks on roofs motherfucker ya times up,
Ya text is like gay cyber sex, coz ya rhymes suck.
In this battle ya like a deceist priest, ya fuckin dead and hopeless,
This slags like an empty bag of weed, coz yu be lackin dopeness.
i leave ya soul worn out, like fat joes shoes,
u and rap is like kay slays music collection, ya got no clue.
Like toilets of British airways, B2k is plane shit,
Like pills the size of fists, ya junky ass takes pain hits.(dick)
Write the letter A on bricks then circle me with em, and u still couldnt A Maze me,
Ya punches are like boys sufferin period pains, they don’t faze me.
Your text is useless against me, like menus wrote in latin,
Residin in Houston, but yah head up mens asses coz ya like man-hattin.
Like sluts with no hands givin handjobs, I aint receiving a beatin,
We all have a gay experience, I guess I got one here in our meetin.

i dotn care if u lose.....and whine to me for takin a while..i sed i was busy.......have fun on the net b2k