ok here is my verse.



Ima kill this MC, the self proclaimed genius
a snitch on the bench when he gets court subpenas
ass torn from four weiners, in ghetto porn theatres,
a bitch Im gonna beat her, abuse and mistreat her
son you even talk to me, Ill choke you buy your fake chain
give your girl a labotomy the way she's givin me brain
rip your back in half as I laugh put a dash
next to your name you find your date of death
so whats left, hold your breath while the ref counts to ten
whats happenin, is your life collapsin from my pen
Little Girl THAT thinks hes a GENIUS on the LYRIKAL
in fact the bitch rhymes like his lines were ghost written my Mystical
its hysterical like richard simmons sweatin to the oldies yo.
so listen bro I got to go, Ill give you one more minut though, so here it goes.
cross dressin, fagget, bitch, how many kicks does it take
to get to the pussy ass center of this text typing fake.
I bring in the rake, take my chips then I leave
no need to bring heat wont even roll up my sleeves
have you beggin please, god dont hurt me I got a family of three
I am breakin necks to heads bobin to the dope shit I be droppin
robbin critiques rights to speech, they'll tell each kid to go and cop it
theres no stoppin. like a tornedo tearing through trailers in Toledo
fuck with me? no. your ass will pay the late fee though
when you take to long to write a song that means nothing to me bro