check one...
watch this dope vocalists, choke this kid wit both broken wrists//wrap a rope around his
throat and twist, till this pathetic joke is dead//poke his ribs...with pencils and pens,
leavin him so fuckin tense!he'll have to use stencils to win//spittin suspense that leave dents
in his skin, with the same punch that bent in his chin//look...in slow motion, i'll watch his
grill come open, poke him in his jaw, then stretch his skills from both ends....

check two....
fuckin wit the so called blood could get your soul unplugged, ~SMOKED~, like a bowl
of drugz//this kid ain't gangsta, why the fuck you flow so thug...talkin bout killen kats
wit knives and gatz//shit, the only thing u killen is being WACK, so i laugh to see
your life collapse//watch me record rize in stat, ~sit back~, and watch this kat spit more
garbage then mice and rats

check three...
i'll verbally smack this kat wit these flamez, engrave WACK! in the back of his
veinz//then seperate the hundreds of cracks in his fuckin brain//collapse his raps with bullets from
the gatz that i aim//yo, this jokes wack its a shame, plus the fact that he's lame...gots
me wonderin how wack the lyrics he rain are//i spit flame'd barz, invisibly undetected by
maps and radar's!!!!!!!

DON'T FUCKIN WASTE MY TIME AGAIN---FUCKIN NEWBIE!!!