Checkin tha fuck in finally!!!......
Heres my verse yo.,.....

Yo Mic Check 1,2...

Second battle feeble, like skateboards, this time its flipped//*
Your Feeble punches are far of the mark, cause i got your brain ripped//
Your style like lawn bowls, its old and played//
Smack your body into tha ground, jus' so you can get layed//
If your voicebox produced hash, your spits still wouldn't be dope//
Tryin' ta win dawg, theres NO hope, like tryin' run up a 180 degree slope//
I'll leave you lost for words like you was a mime artist//
Leave you cryin' after i leave you merked, cause i know when you lose you r-pissed//
You probably a loser with no life or friends, jus pre-writen lyrics, and a good school report//
Like a obiese persons legs, your record, is the only thing givin you support//
Cut you up, divide you like it was maths, but im smart so you not hard//
My punches connect like bones, leavin you shakin your arms like a retard//
Read a book titled cooking with herbs, and you were the author//
Your drop so highlighted it looks like a keyboard was ya mom, and a blackboard your father//

Limpim' long claimin' you got shot, but your boy friend is jus' mounted like a elephant//
Feeble, nice attempt to be hard, but you could be cement, and you'd still be feminent//

Lets start tha votin......