aiight...
beatin me is like a midget doin a dunk/
or u shootin at me wit a capgun - when im a bullet proof monk/
i define ill, the only way ur ill is by catchin a cold/
ive seen ur punches, they suk, so ill jus put em on hold/
when i called out 4 a battle, u were intimidated, like do or die/
ur rhymes are well below average- u should submit at least 2 replies/
as u can see below, ive been spitten fire since birth/
i chose to go first- but i guess i just wasted a whole verse/
u think ur sik(good rapper) but u got genitle herpes/
then ya mum joins in and sucks it up like slurpees/
choosen to battle a newbe proves ur insane, or u got no game/
i stroll away, leavin ur head on the curb of memory lane/
i dunno why u call yaself R-DOT-CAPONE/
i leave u hangin from a string in the roof in front of ya family or on ya own...



spit soon man, good luk, PCe