ay since you takin forever to write a rhyme...imma let you have a chance by goin first kid, but dont fucin no show on me....

grabs the mic....imma murda this bitch....*shakes head*

ima fire my shells and MORTAR and put these herbs in ORDER//
this kid loves "dick" like a CHEYNEY SUPPORTER//
*watch while i merk U* this shit aint a game//1
youll need that weed leave in signature to relive the pain//2
you an iceburg?...then imma stab you SICK with my ice STICKS//
this kid dont live on a farm~but hes "quick to see PIGS"//3
iam Squashin you like a PEST~cuz your rhymes is cold like your name SUGGESTS//
you this kid wakes up on alotta nuts like he slept in "squirells" nest//
you mite not see the big picture so i might PAINT-YOU-ONE//
cuz you got as much balls as an "empty PAINT-BALL-GUN//
~FINISHER~
ICE BURG gots to stop RHYMIN cuz he stinks like a SARDIN//
and "tosses a lot of salad" like he worked at OLIVES GARDEN//4

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brakdown:
1-hes status reads watch while i merk U
2- he has a marijuana leave in his signature
3-pigs are the cops....."POLICE"
4-OLIVES GARDEN is this salad veggie peoples place.....