LIL G'S VERSE...
only way you’d ever burn a track, is playin wit HOT-WHEEL-cars//
So I’ll leave ya “falling-quickly” like children learning to drive a bike //
This guy can’t write, he just Hops on more “Dicks” than Van Dyke//
Defending his kingdom with the lights out, this guys just black-“knights”//(night)
His verse format like amateur HTML, you can’t see me you’re hacked-“sight”//(site)
Call me “Newton” cause I make your verse fall and slice your Adams “apple”//
Don’t get any “ideas”! Like “preachers and boys” inside a church chapel//
I’m “ripping open” your verse, like having your dick stuck in a zipper//
The closest this guy gets to bust bars, when having to fuck-a-stripper//
Scotch’s a gender bending “beauty queen” the way he “drags” his piece//
I splatter your blood, and this guy still manages a white flag-for-peace//
Shatter on mud, turn 2 negatives to a positive but you’re a fag that’s obese//

MY VERSE...
damn homie those lines were played...
oh my god, your gay...
all your verses are bitten...
okay i admit that verse was alright...thats cuz ya comp had a mis- print!!...
no d/r votes?...dawg, d/r'in is all you do...
and now ya battlein me...ya must be a jew...
ya sn is thugedoutkracka...
thats gay, can u get any wacka...
you fuckin wigger, your gonna get shot...
alll day u fuck men, and all day i smoke rocks...
dawg you make me sad, you cant even spell little...
my puches hit ya so hard they make ya bones brittle....

yea i know my shit was wack but who gives a fuck