My Verse:

HA! Me Facin defeat is 'Hopeless', I treat you like a Baseball Field and Leave ya Domeless/
You like a Broken Microscope The way you continually lose Focus/

I'm Rackin Up Str8 'Flava' While Ur Ass Come Slackin,
Like a 'hershey-chocolate-boxer', your occupation is 'fudge-packin'//

Your raps too 'old-school-and-obsolete' like 'mideval-chivalry',
Ill have you takin a job 'at-the-post-office', so you can work 'on-your-delivery'//

Bombz's MINE-NOW!, so I'll break ya SPINE-DOWN! and your the type to throw "weed on the floor", just to clam you on "HIGH-GROUNDS!"...
I'll SPIT-TILL-MY-LUNGS-RIP! and you couldnt "fuck led" up, if you put ya "DICK-IN-A-GUN-CLIP!"...

Bombz, I must be a Chevy cause my flow is Like No Other/
You more 'Out of Place' than a White Person on The Wayans Brothers/

iigh there's my spit...hope i din't go over...
PEACE