My Verse:

I got some sick-sick-text, I turn-Bitch-pro-to-a-rookie/
so i can split-Dino's-neck, Turn-his-throat-to-a-pussy/
you're not meant to be a rapper you aint hard-as-ya-gig/
I mean this bitch will never make it, look at the bars-in-ya-sig/
pardon-my-nig, you just entranced a lyrically slaugher/
you have no man hood ya dick couldn't hang wit ya daughters/
put ya notebook "back on da shelf", whore-drop-this-shit/
it's like a box of layaway that you forgot-to-get/
you spit shitty i guess you got tired-of-da-piss/
he jacked so much they retired-his-wristz/
somebody please come throw and wire-his-spits/
cuz he couldn't get a tune up wit tire-and-kit/

peace