:: Grabs Mic and looks "O' Boy" in tha fuckin face ::

A yo check it

:: Beat kicks in ::

Fuckin Herb How Can You Think You Ill When I Got Talent That Divided By Your Age Could Kill//(he bout to be 15)
Thinkin That Tha Shit I Do Is Witty And Your Lines Are Gritty Got Yo Shitty Lines From GoodWill//
Been Here For Like Two Fuckin Days And Already got some 19.32 A Day That Must Be Tha Most//
Sayin "Ill battle" And Shit In Random Threads Talkin Shit Just To Make That Top Number Go Up, Can You Say Freepost//
You Live In Dub-Town Where Tha Fuck Is That, Not Some Place Where They Be Ill On Tha Mic//
Do They Give You Some Rims That You Can Stick On Your Trained Up And Foot Tall Bike?//
Lil Baller Boy What Tha Hell Kinda Name Is That? Watch I Bet You'll Say Somethin Bout A Gat//
Well I'll Fuck You Up Like A Cat To A Fat Ass Rat And Then Walk Away With You Bloody, But I Wasnt Strapped//
If Yo Ass Was Spittin Fire You Would Still Be A Fuckin Blizzard And I'ld Cook You Like A Gizard//
Couldnt Perform A Rappin Miricale If You Had An Outline To Cut With Scissors And Assistance Of A Wizard//
Now Go And Tell Tha Person You Went And Refered After Two Whold Days Of Rapbattles Excistin//
Scare You To Shit Your Pants Cuz Of No Chance You Might As Well Let Me Do A Victory Dance And You Can Just End Up Missin//
Now Put Up One Of Those Gone Fishin Signs But You'll Really Go To Tha PaintBall Range//
Come Back Right Quick Unslick Shit That If It Wins Rode a Dick Verse All Warped And Deranged//

i know we didnt agree on rules but i got tired of waiting for you..................sorry

anyways drop your shit........you dont need to follow tha line limit just spit somethin and check in before you do aight thanx homie (yo My birthday is August 11 Too)