Checkin in ...here is my verse

Verbally Make this kat sic-wit-it when i spit shit,Burn his eyes wit the quick licks I kick at him//
Destruction has come to wreck this ho and break his kneck,I have him in check as Hand him pictures of this ass kickin on film//
A wanna be thug emcee, He cant stand how I lyricaly incinerate thee//
His Pops busts in his face like a pimple, It's simple how he always wants to hate on me//
Eat this ho like he was steak and shrimp,Enough game to pull his gurl on tricylce Like a tru pimp//
Spit fillers and watch this guy inflate like a blimp,Step walkin str8 lyricaly break his legs so he cant even limp//
Shut him down Like a computer,light him up wit a m16 as if he were an Iraqi looter//
Have him wonderin "who's the shooter",Poppin 2 slugs to his chest so he can start workin at hooters//
Make or break him wit my verse,Send him packin to greenbay in a hearse//
Snap his spine wit some lines that curse,Office Defensive End forget terry tate I'm Jerome Kearse//

There you go your turn