iight fuck da deadline..its 11:59 lol and i don't wanna rush u and i'm jus now postin so fuck it...post when ever u get da chance..heres my verse.good luck

Killa Opener
your fake with text ill hit a basic plex and pick ya up into the razors edge till I scrape the flesh straight from your waist and legs this the main event kid i'll pummel ya face and head to make a dent in the pavements crest till ya nasals bent'//

Ya merking
this fool is garbage and im murderin this emcee have you learnin from me, synikill couldn't drop a hot album with burnt cds//
ya just seen my name and it got the most of ya fears cuz the loses i give out are open to peers and its like ya chances of winnin are seen on a rear view mirror the way objects are closer than they appear'//
ya cant fuck with my text ima vet above you dont try and mess, my rhymes off the hook gotcha holdin my Nokia manual to show you why~your~less (wireless)//
ima leave this kid indeed worse than fat joe attempting fitness synikill beatin hottie again? shit we gotta betta chance seein oprah in the olympics'//
im attackin with verbal punches that contact ya brains ransack ya veins till nothing of this wise cracka remains attract pains cuz your flows wouldn't throw minds off course if they were sittin on amtrack trains//

Finisher
your bars are played got ya heart erased cuz Im to hard to trace synikill wrote his verse with an arm that shakes ya get filed to medics after these punches batter ya frame ya brains scattered and slain its like you spittin with fire the way i shatter ya flames this bitch plants his dick in the dirt just to give his mind dirty ways this kid couldn’t get head if he flipped a coin for thirty days//