here. .

That was a rush for you wasn't it? .. naht even worth tha time to post on this board..
Sorry sport.. but you couldn't write a good rhyme if it was forged..
Your Pure? Pure as cubic zirconium wit fake shit like you spit..
Match wits.. you fail even when you practice.. skills? you lack it..heres a bag.. make sure your nose goes over tha plastic..
Its magic.. you suck.. im better, compare it..
this aint fair shit .. i must be another gold piece about your Karat..
He's a fan of me.. he packs-signs.. look at your shit.. you lack-lines..
Dispatch-mine? fuck your midnight shit.. meet mr Flat-line..