In text you can't flow, yet your verses ur always calling hotness??//
You a bronx cat???Well I'll leave your life Lost in New York like Macaulay Caulkin//
How's this jew gonna eat me when i sport pork raps??//
Whenever you vote in a battle, your vote's more questioned the Sosa's corked bat//
Hands' spits is nonsense, if he was grillin burgers he still couldnt be flippin hotness//
Cuz Hands is a garaunteed ugly opponent like fighters in womens boxing//
My verse is sendin toxin, leavin u more tattoed than the skin of dennis rodman//
Against Hands, bar's sendin more backhands than intense tennis jocks can!//
Face it kid, your wack wit text, I got you lost for words like I fiercely grasped ya neck//
Its like todays Memorial Day, cuz until your dead u'll never get respect as a vet//
Your talent is pathetically fake like spain’s special olympics...........you finally broke out of the closet, but bitch you still aint “off the hinges”//
You couldn't recognize "phatness" with Oprah's ass on your lap..........like terrorist headwear during Ramadan, this battle's a “wrap"//

^^ok i think that's the right amount of lines...lol
anywayz, awaiting you verse