aight check it.........................

This nigga be callin himself emcee ABILITIES, he aint got shit in T.C.K's FACILITIES//
When i lay down my wicked rhymes you be screamin in FEAR, jus' go ahead and read this i know you gonna shed a TEAR//
Cause my rhymes are destroyin YOU, You'll have a hard time postin your verse thinkin what should I DO//
This cat is only 14 with no talent he jus' be starin at the MOON, wishin he was watchin his favorite CARTOON//
But to bad son you have to stay here and battle ME, this cat is so fake he has to put glasses on to SEE//
He's obsessed with PAC an' BIG, you might as well get a naked picture of them and put it in your SIG//
You fuckin faggot tryin to be hard by puttin Location: FUCK YOU, yeah thats right I'm talkin shit so what you gonna DO//
You can't fight you jus' a KID, yous like a fly in a jar when i put on the LID//(Dead)
This cat don' know shit about big or PAC, you jus' came into this world wit a small COCK//
I'ma end this battle before it gets VIOLENT, I left this nigga in his chair stunned and SILENT//

not very good at all..........NO BEEF HOMIE