Fake 'gangstas' always talk hard like they the boss/
I'll make you lose 'blood' for havin 'Cryp'tic Thoughts/
Gay fags like 'shiny things',so when you take the dick out your 'mouth',I'll under stand if you'll be quick to 'floss'/
You just wannabe dipped in gloss,you always flippin coins cause no matter what,you come out winner with the toss/(heads or tails,lol)
Don't even spit you lost,it'll just be a 'waste of time' like fillin trash cans up with 'clocks that cost'/
Thought I'll be scared to battle you?,your battle record 2 and 1/
You cant see it because I'm living in the future son/
And I see you weedin out rapbattle's garden/
A herb pullin a herb,you cant beat that bargain/
But I see you cant even leave up to your name/
Cause when I put you in the 'casket',you wont be able to use your 'brain'/

uppin for your verse
uppin for verse