i havent yet finished reading ur rhyme cause it wasn't really werth it/
i might read it twice..cause there must be somthing wrong..cause ur punches havent really hurt yet/
in ur avator it says warning..just to warn us that this guys wack/
i would have this battle mine even if i didn't bother to write back/
u a try hard emcee...but the even more funny thing is...he aint black/
the only time u'll be a terriost is when ur fuking guys when they trying to have a piss/
ur verse was like a song..cause to me it really wasn't a diss/
he dont do audio..cause when he rhymes he got a stutter and lisp/
he's from nowhere dats because u live up ur mummas ass....and u hate when she shits/
dat explains why u live in ur mums ass...cause u got nuttin but shit spits/
ur rhymes are wak....not werth the time u wrote it/
the mic cant stay in ur hands cause u aint good enough to hold it/
When my lines fires back suddenly big talker don't know how to act/
he came to a battle...but he so stupid he forgot how to rap/
u took long cause u had to write it..to make u have a chance/
my rhymes make u switch ur name to faggit..then u start to talk like u from france/
read ur sig....sorry bitch u lost/
ur so cold....dat when i look closely to ur verse there startin to frost/
i dont need to be in the b.r.e...to be a dope emcee/
cause they all wack...crap...no way they can be compared to me/
when u read me rhyme i suggest u flee../( run away)
well dawg...u cant win....i'm sorry it had to end so bad/
now u can go bak and cry...while u go sukin dik... OOPS I MEAN HELPING UR DAD