Spit, this kid has no chance, i bet he's wettin his pants like a fag at his first all guy dance//
Out in cali they dance but here at rb you get a sideways glance then get run through with a lance or get stepped on like ants----------2 lines

no age to make fun of ya profiles blank, it's because your fake, there aint shit in the bank//
i read your shit that's what it is cause it stank, my verbs strike at your flank like i was drivin a tank-------------------4 lines

i bet you never gripped a pistol but you grope ya dick, all two inches and 1/2 inch thick, that's why you don;t have a chick//
not enough there for a bitch to lick i aint lyin when i call you "little prick"----------------------------6 lines

spit your worst verse from the back of a hurst while the crowds starts to dispearse//
they just me rip out your spleen like a purse that i snatched off a blind armless nurse, it's so easy i curse------------------------------------8 lines

that's about it you can pick up your brains, i blew them out to prove your insane ran through your head like a train a battle with me is all pain but that's why your ass came//
to get beat with a chain of verbs that coat your screen like acid rain leave a permanent stain break both ya legs make you walk with a cane