i may have lost thrice but i'll slice you on the mic/
i write shit at heights that hit you like im in a heist/
you roll your dice, put your writes in the hands of lady luck/
but your as hot as ice in miami vice, so why don't you shut the fuck up/
princess, you insist that you have lyrics that hit this, but get this your business is hitless/
my lyrical fitness is like richard simmons, my rhymes are as hot as sexy women/
i win, that's a given, you write like little children, i will end your pretend lyrics/
i'm against physical violence, but SILENCE or i will spit more of my lyrical swords/
i expose your insides while your still alive, and contrive your nerves with words that rate this R cuz of gore/
your rhymes are boring, they make me snore/
i'm lyrically soaring, your lyrically poor/
you can't defend shit, your herendous, repetitive/
i may seem offensive, tremendous and competive/
but let this be a lesson, don't mess with the intelligent/
Prince ocalot, since you smoke a lot, shouldn't what you wrote be hot?/
you broke the boombox with your nonsense talk, my lyrics make you choke and rot/
You took too long to drop your verse, now i'ma make you hurt/
the lyrics that i burst disperse your worst shit back into your rhyming purse/
prince...i mean princess, i don't need a "FINISH", cuz my first line was enough to end this/
i'm at the limit, 20 lines to wipe your blemish, and i only took ten minutes/

Uppin for votes

you spend 24 hours on one single verse/
you broke the rules but i'll let you slide just as long as i let you hurt.....


i spit fast cuz i had to go, that's why maybe my lyrics won't be as strong as usual, but theyll be stronger than urs