this is a few more then 20..but this is how i write..an if u give me shit it aint write..brooklyn does it everyfukin battle..so write just as many lines as i didi im too blazed to count...aite..so odnt make me waist heat..u wanted to battle..so drop ya shit........1

You came out retirement still missin me, i got verses that blast sixteen//
I'm deadly, friendly one of a kind muthafucka i got plenty mix themes//
you have dick dreams with whipe cream wit members from the elite//
I got mechandice that are lyrical, more then the cartoon inspector gaggit//
you maggot//
i'm your worst enemy your worst nightmare like your local blocks//
its EE and The EXec"S affair we winning, dont speak,or i'll cut your vocal box//
This is a ferocious beating i'm provoking horror like ATROCIOUS//
you tryin to use big words well here, supercaliFrAGilisticexpialoDOCIOUS//
You been whispering behind our back, its about time you talk//
Your another homicide of Mik"S, reason your out lined in chalk//
Kung-fu ya ass likE Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee its physical karate//
You called out tHE Executives, Miks united for A reason we lyrical murder anybody//
i'm the king of the wild Frontier like the real Davy Crockett//
Im eletric liek a light socket, 3,2,1 blast off like a rocket//
empty your pocket... crack ya head open with an empty 40 bottle//
You look like a gay midget pornstar model, while i'm more famous then Greece's Aristotle//
You pussy is more loose then a XXXL on lil bow wow you must get fucked often//
I'm the murder this text is the evidence, fuck court we battle and you end up sleepin in ya coffin//
Maybe your a die heart fan, most likely you on Brotha lynch hung's dick//
Heat is brung Pistol pete.is ya friend for hes the first you tongue kiss//
I light the charcoal an ill destroy ya ass like bombings in Oaklahoma//
You get a diploma for being ripped when ya sparkle, U will be in da como bitch//
You can run me over but i still stand liek architecture in rome//
Meet my chrome facing ya dome, sending ya bitchass home//
I'll fold you more times then paper with origami//
sorry if i came to hard, go cry to my gurlfriend, i mean your mommy//