wat u playin at ur ryhmes are straight wack...
i'll send ya to hell an ur neva comin back...
you need a miracle to make ur lines PhAt...
U could spit better on this cypher if u smoked crack...
Your rhymes are untidy like a washing basket...
Spit back at me an u'll be sleeping in a casket...

I got so many ways to dis-u im just playfull wit-u...
i'll let a razor slit-u untill they got to staple stitch-u...