Fuck you, you little bitch coming back from hell, well im fucking satan and i run shit//
Hell wasnt crowded your just ashamed your ass wasnt allowed in so now spit it quick//
oh wait you cant, your ass couldnt spit quick if you spit out a car on the high way//
sorry but this battle is mine, even if you were Fred durst this battle wouldnt go your way//(limp bizkit my way)
speaking of ass, you better not talk about mine, you just got beat complimenting X~kalibers//
you say you are ill, but i think you're talking about me, you ill as a fern, so you i will burn//
You're lines make me feel im looking at Pamala lee's breast, cuz they're animated//(her avi is some animated shit)
got an envolope, stamp, and im bout ta lick ya clean, cuz your bout ta get post dated//(post=after)(she just lost a battle gainst a guy=dated)
Rippin your pants like you was spongebob, i'll rape you from tha front, with my hard lines//
after this you're loss section will start growing, they heard it through tha grape vine//
Ya losses being vines i'll swing on em like tarzan, cuz i'll do it with ease//
My rhymes never close, you said it yourself, Mr. 7-11 you will be beggin, PLEASE!!//(7-11 never closes, 24 hour store)
Like fake flowers ya rymes dont even deserve to smell, they bout ta get a whiff of greatness//
i bet i'll get some votes, this was 7 minutes, now lets see even you try to hate this//

im out i freestyled this shit like always