when you hear the bell ring, the battle hasnt started, but schools out- ur leaving, rap education kicked all the fools out//
so i guess ill take it on myself to teach you, show you who the best be- even if i gave you an "exam" you couldnt "test" me//
I can rip people apart so quickly my second line is saying "whos next"- the only way you can make people bounce is if you wrote your verse on bad cheques// (cheques bounce)
cuz when I cut you like this, the doctors will have to cart off your limbs- I shock you when I spit – you "seize" up and "shake" like "parkinsons"//
but my raps are a worse disease, they got deadly symptoms- when they infect they leave your face bruised and "blue" like i "crip'd" ya//
or i might spill some blood with my lines, turn your vision red- if im gunna decide how to leave you, my decisions dead//
this rap is coming off the top, and its leaving you speechless- look, battling is something sucking dick never teaches//
so maybe you should work on running a few laps around the rap track- cuz up till now the only running you do is around guys cacks//
you cant contests with me, my rymes are like the flu, too sikk- the only thing your good at beating is your boyfriends dick//
and you do it so much you gotta go to the sperm bank for a refill- but we all know the only thing your going there for is a free meal//
speaking of food, my flow is sweet like candy and its you whos tastin- you have trouble with your verses so you should stick to copy and pastin//
but if your looking for a taste of what i got, im like a jawbreaker- i should change my name from too easy to "your embarrasment maker"
yeah, I set the "stage" for you and my "act" is hard to follow- I know your a fag but you should try to "spit" rather than "swallow"//


aight thats my verse, its not fifteen lines, but i was trying something new, longer lines, so it should do...aight man good luck with your spit.

peace