(quote)Merking

stop battling newbs

thats why ya record is what it is

battle some vets or sumthin damn man(/quote)

aint that the truth look at his fuckin sig it says it all

I'ma show em how it's done, son there can only be 1
dun i got bars with 'nuff pun like Chinese got sons
diss me? quit-that unless you wanna get bitch slapped
gat on my hip got a kickback almost make my wrist snap
and my shits "poppin off" like 6-shots in Busta's suburban
u "broke" like YA rhyme scheme..cause its "just not workin"
i'm servin these twerp men observin while swervin through versions
the urban verb surgeon emergin herbin' you vermin virgins
i'm flossin while tossin coughing bitch faggots in coffins
cats is soft and, i off-men much more than just-often
Won't applaud this? regardless the rawness gotcha nauseous
body-count higher than speedometer digits on boxter porsches
obnoxious forces drive you insane like wild horses
my style's remorseless you should be more cautious
if i got none, it's still more than what you got son
ya "thump" weaker than speakers from 82' Dotson
me and Ram steady stompin like some mastodons
"running shit" like Kenyans with diarrhea in marathons
rhymin decathlons are harsh, you think ya sick??
i force-feed chemical castration pills that shrink ya dick
rinky dink prick, bitch you ain't equipped
get slain maimed and ripped til ya brains just drip
crimson color smeared all over stain ya crib.
This ig'nant style, mang it just ain't my ish
Still none a yall kids could spit flames like this
even my street-flow make mcs go: "Oh shit"
so sick the way the multi layered flows flipped
make you hoes trip like a rave wit glow sticks
i stay the dopest while i slay the hopeless
display ferocious lyrics i sustain the focus
u may quote this and try to explain how i wrote this...

hol up lemme switch it on this newb murkin king

ain't no half steppin'. i'm on some kane shit.
only considering your girl calls me big daddy, ok bitch?
but seriously. the girl got great tits, and fuck;
i'm suprised you ain't see her, you know, with you on my nuts.
but fuck the battle rhymes. i don't have the time.
to smack you blind, and drag a guy behind a buildin', play the villian, and crack your spine.
hablas espanol? yeah?, 'cause when i get to thinkin',
if you want to battle, do it in that, instead of english.
freak genious. schoolin' cats and teach beatins.
have the exchange women like, "wow, he got a beeg penis."
haha, check it. i'm just fuckin' around.
runnin' through towns, huntin' you down, and punchin' you out.
this producer gets gangsta', kid just listen.
half the beats that i make, don't come from no equiptment.
BANG BANG, the funny thing, is while you're sweatin' my style,
i'm makin' your girl sweat. yes, ain't no way you messin' with me fo miles

now go battle a herb o sunthin punk bitch just know even if i lose im not a herb and im out beyatch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
o yea and learn ta spell ya name right it should be murking king dumbass ok now im really out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1