Ill Twist ya heart on a game board so i can start playin-ur-emotions/
cuz ur verse had no point like rain-falling-on-oceans!!!/

This verse is like surprises in cereal boxes the asskicking jus comes along-wit-it/
i could add steriods to ur tongue and u still couldnt be Strong-wit-spits/

ill rip ur thorax out and use it as a telephone wire b4 u get the chance to call-out/
ur punches are like post nuclear tragedies they always fall-out/

I take a deep breath before I beat this bitch with a spleen stretch//
Battling me takes three steps: Step up, get stepped on, and step off with a cleaved neck//

Waiten for ur reply to see a simple and newbie-like verse//
you spitting with tattered wordz I'll splatter herbs bodily structure & writtens to see which shatters first//

Once I spat a curse I'll stack clans of opponents & give them the back hand//
This newbie equipped wit the wrong "tools" to battle depth "screw it" you should of invested in the "crafts" man//

you get bent easy like a CARS FENDER and you "serve" "soft spits" like a "bar tender"//
after this nobody's reading your "post" like its marked return to sender//