aight ready wit my verse,

Yo its now time ta drop ma verse, get on da phone and call ya a hurse//
Dude i'ma crack ya skull, and steal ur brain like i did ya moms purse//
i know ur battlin me for publicity, well get ready for all tha humility//
ma lyrics iz like electricity goin threw water, when they hit u, they b hitten yo father//
here goes ur reputation, get ready for ur annhilation, there will b no exceptions//
u'll c that i will win tha voting election, b tha top out of us for tha selection//
every one will b amazed, for i have phased into tha game better today//
man i know u a crack fein, lets go, i'ma make u black and green, i'll jus say its a crack scene//
look, get a grip, dont slip, u gunna trip, ova ya own sick script//
well i'ma flip tha disc, and leace u in bliss, for all these other emceez to diss//
my skills are so ill, that if i popped a medical pill, i'd b sick, coughed and chilled//
its tha last line, and i jus dropped my verse on tha site of a dime, twisted up like lemon and lime//

Holla wit yo verse.