ike blind kids swingin ur punches still-missin,a ill-mission,is my verse good enought to beat addlibb ill leave the voters Thumbs Up like bill-clintion//
add-libb aint-shit n ill leave him wid more Creases than if i grasped him and Folded-his-live//
even with a text size of '30' his verse couldnt be BOLDER-than-mine,like Skeliton Manacians in Seince class i controll his life like i was Holdin-His-Spine//
he says hes from Poetic-heights,u-said-it-right,ill murk anything at the site-of-its-life,cuz all addlibbs doin is stepin BACK like kids in dis-lexic-fights//
sicker spits fly from this kid than boys wid aids that talk-wid-a-lisp,ill walk-on-this-bitch,but hes not at my leval he aint even walkin hes lost-in-his-crib//
like a baby i got him cralin father than guys-in-the-army,cuz when ever i spit i drop more sick verses then people droping at drive-bys-at-parties//
says hes got writers block be hes got more blank spots than fired-bullets,if he holds weight belive me he-cant-pull-it,n gets Cut worse than barbers diced-ya-ta-mullets//
like fat kids hes hungry for this murking till he sees what he-recives,hell be CAMOED more blended in than guys in arm-fatiges//
this battles over bitch for-get-it,u-hurd-it,cuz i-spit-it,belive me this isnt a fake-image,once agian this battle its over its-finished//