dunt' feed off my verse either....

here i go

i dun't even need ten, he want a beatin-it's to the end...
cut him off at the wrist, now hows this bitch-reachin out to a vet...(chek his sigg)
bleedin in ther mouth, once i hit him with a punch...
the kids lunch-culdn't spit sharp-if he was deliverin tusks...
aww shucks, i'll treat him like newbie-with one loss...
and just ignore the 18 wins, befo i begin to shun dorks...
his chance of bein poetic, just died like barry white...(hyku is a form of poetry)
not u'r average fight-turn his frown upside down-now he's a happy dike...
uhh back in action, he wuldn't be tight-havin spasms...
mackin the static, i got an automatic-he's still gettin strapped in by his parents....

oneeeeeeeee