The curse is free, so it's a certainty my words make you burst in three,
Cos my verse will purposely place you're body in the furthest emergency,
Where the nurses be attending urgently to ya burns in the third degree,
Asking, "Why on earth did this herb MC have to take things personally?"
So you're the first person to be, labeled as completely rubbish and useless,
Whilst you're still covered with bruises lying in Rap Music's recovery unit,
Wishing you wern't born, screaming out..."My fucking mother was stupid!"
This brother is ruthless carving six holes through this stuttering nuisance,
Whilst taping up his mouthpiece to avoid listening to any other excuses,
I'll just govern the booth kid, the truth is a testament of my excellence,
Cos there's no damn way i'll lose to someone with a homosexual preference,
And this text is just the reference, but you're still wack as fuck allegedly,
So an MC of you're pedigree doesn't even belong in the same thread as me,
So just let it be, cos unforgettably you're style went out with the seventies,
Incredibly, ya family are born losers so accept the loss as just hereditary,
Yes ..my scripts are heavenly, containing sick phrases that specifically,
Prove that you're officially, still amongst the internet's worst netcee's in history,
So any hope of you dissing me, will be about as effective as you're consistency!
I'm everything you wish to be, it's over, so somebody ban this queer, right?
Cos I'll bring Bambi into the thread and have him hanging on for 'dear life'

Did you give up already..................the same rules apply

Yo............................you been laggin sick status, when you gonna battle

You give up cuz this spit was hot....................jaktheripherbs