"Yo...this ones for a hater....haters who make false accusations...
haters rollin on a 2-0 record jealous of people above them...haters like un-skrypted...yo.."

I see you 'hatin-on-me' in every forum tryna get me 'in-the-shizee'//
you aint got 'shit-on-me' im above you youll neva 'get up-by-me'//
Now its time to hit-you-up with mah fucking up your face with mass//
i must be R. Kelly cos im gonna lyrically rape your underage ass//
you continue to 'suck-and-ryde-dicks' every thing that a mod posts your the first to 'make-up-to'//
your words are whack come on man be real to yaself!//
im stoppin you like a car would widout a fan belt//
chokin you...smacking...you...kicking you...just like i hate you//
your on the ground bleeding your lacking stability//
you dont have enough power to battle my evil verse energies//
Un-skrypted..you'll never be sic..but maybe if you go back to your crew and act ya usual ways you will be//
because each and every one of them will give you a fukin STD//
You came to me cos you cant rhyme im ya english teacher//
Hittin you up wit a ton of bricks and makin you a hypothetical creature//
you rollin 'round on 6"hubcaps on ya old rusty buick//
sayin to all the peeps that you could beat me...I'd like to see ya do it//
Hows it feel knowin u could be killed wit a mouse click//
Dudes like you dat get there tounge pierced usually suck dick//
Im guna leave u wit more lines while I call ya a fag//
And u say bye big daddy, while holdin da gay pride flag//
why you so damn stupid?
we're in the ring now i got you in the corner...you stumblin..you useless and clueless//
you need to put your rhymes back-on-the-shelf//
youre massively destructive, attackin-ya-self with your flows, incredibly wack-they-need-help//
i'll leave-you-with-welts like you got smacked-with-a-belt//
walkin 'round thinkin you a gangster you aint put-down-nobody//
boom mother fucker concussed your ass you aint nuddin but a carbon-copy//
the shit you wrote bout me really had me thinkin'//
that maybe you don't think straight is it vortex's piss you drinkin?//
bring your crew P-P-P and watch them get devistated by what your 'keyboard'?
or maybe this "gangsta" tninks he can strangle me with his 'mouse cord'//
aww c'mon. you simply "underdone". no fun go run run home and get a gun//
put it to your skull pull the trigger take the fall. blow ya brains out right down the drain spout//
you takin up the air we all could use and share. i'm spittin on this mic while you droolin in ya chair//
so imma leave you out widda lil message nigguh..dont fuck wit me again wipe ya eyes they all runny..//
Shyt son stop tryna be funny..//

"I've won this shyt...*drops the mic* now got enough bling to wipe mah ass wid tha prize money."//