alrite listen up,

my style is rare, u got dreams but i split them like a nightmare/
care? no i do this all deliberately, spitfully rulin this threads facility/
thugzdo cry! well i know that now, cos u weepin on the floor like u don't know how, this a row?--/
no its a battle n u supposed 2 bring punches, but instead of your verse u mite aswell bring me flowers in bunches/
u throw punches, i catch them n change their mission, cos between me n your punches there ain't no friction, but u n mine?--nigga try n make a prediction/
wen i grab a mic it melts, i got more rage than the "romans" 4 the "celts"/
u need scilts 2 match my "level" of ability, but i'll knock u off 2 your own level which normality, 4 ft 1 is your reality/
nearly time 2 wrap this up like a "fajita", comin any closer n i'll be forced 2 eat ya, stand up n i'll av 2 "seat ya"/
most people av a birth mark on the skin but yours is a disease called "i can't rhyme", even if u ad dr dre as your producer u cudnt construct a line/
everytime u try 2 get your foot in the door it closes, theres no point in u spitin bac cos your verse is the equivelent of "roses"//

alrite thats it, spit bac soon as pos!!!