ok nigga, don mean to embarass you//
but i gotta tell u, dont think you thought this battle through//

im like the mallet at the strongman stand...im dropping hits//
you like a fat hobo in a bush...squatting to shit//

your style is infant...the way you spittin up//
take a number bitch, to get served...u next up//

my rhymes pop off like a gat...pop, pop, pop//
im just saying what all your bitches say...stop stop stop//

we all can tell u pussy...i left you bloody and pink//
stuffing tampons in your ass...bleeding all over the sink//

cant think of anything so im bullshiting now//
thinkin i can win, its easy, dont ask how//

if the shits to hard for you, you should take a laxative//
then maybe you have a flow, only the flows in the form of shit//


AWESOME VERSE