ight dawg.. ima rush this verse

..:warmin-up:..

*ayyo*.. 'look-at-me'.. looks like i feel 'free' to battle this nigga from the NYG//
Im drastically fuckin up tragedies magically.. battlin me is reality, but winnin for him is a fantasy//

..elivery:..

Throwin kicks.. cuz he cant take the heat to punch-me.. they nuthing//
Makin fun of NY? yet reppin NYG.. he aint even from this country.. now aint that sumthing?//

I coulda 'swore' i battled you 'before'.. needed one more lost pass 'four' so i opened the door//
'Harcore on hard-floor?' nah more like stretchin me on 'cardboard' in directions laid 'starboard'.. shoulda fed cuz you starved-whore//

..:Tha Merkin:..

I chopped you and served you warm on a cold 'plate'.. isn't losin to me great?//
Circle you so fast til you turn 'straight'.. we said ten lines but how bout I just merk you in eight//