My compexity will split ur mind, spillin blood like a novel by Stephen king........When you 'Drop' ya verse it'll hit Rock Bottom like Birds wit 'Broken Wings'/
Call me death star.. cuz I'm vaporizin ya ghetto.......Throw ya mouth off a cliff.. an make this toy yoda echo"/
Piss me off n' I'll snap worse than Joe pesci bein called a Shoe Shiner........Ill put three holes in this bitch bizzurk like 3 ringed back 2 school Binders/
I'll spit shit right in ya eyes landin 'More Shots' than 'Heroin Junkies'.........Wit the odds against you if u were 'Irish', You still couldnt 'Get Lucky'/
R skills arn't levelled, Im on the 'Next Stage' like 'Rain to Hail'.......Implailin u wit blasts spinin you fast, quicker than Sonics Sydkicks Tail/ (tales, tail spins fast)
Fuckin dummy exceptin ta me I dont think u know wut
It-Meant........I always give it 100, ur a 'slacker' thats why ur name Was 2-Percent/ (old name)
Ur nervous ready to studder, and udder like GIrls bein Shnooked.....U aint 'Hot' if u were a wife in World War 2, U still wouldnt be able to 'Cook'/
Ur Skills are like 50% average IQs ya capabilies Is-Low......... Just No Show u little Hoe Cuz like the Movie ur Lines-Blow/

Bitch you "Cant Step to this" Im a House wit out Its "Stairs".......BIzzurks Battle Threads are like "History Class", "Slepped on cuz No1 Cares"/


There is Spit dawg
Yo hit up my other battle wit apprentice aight man