i sed seven bars, but wutever, ill spit now, and since u sed it, no spitttin of my rap

146 posts and no battles yet u shood get off the net//
i think this "dog" is sick, he needs to see a "vet"//
imma let this dude try to spit his wackk ass verse//
cuz i immurge~the~curse and splurge~the~thurst//
when i spit the sickness, i let go the wickedness//
ur on my hit list, imma split~this dude, this mis~fit//
imma hit~this~bitch and throw him a punch~for~lunch//
his moms tits~i~hit, this dude crunches~his~bunches//
of nuts on other dudes' butts,have a hunch, hes gunna lose//
im the bearer of bad news, 'sorry your son's dead", the blues//
is what ur family's gunna munch, this dude the lunch~truck//
i mean fuck, how many guys u gunna feed their need, good luck//
u better duck when i come around,or ull be buried in the ground//
ur bdy parts never found, this dude's takin it pound~4~pound//