(First verse for that nigga B-Mack, can't give a nigga who's hotter than him props... Ha, ha... dumb ass.)

I script illness like a patient for S.A.R.S.//
You must be an ace 'cuz i'm playin' the cards//
Kid you're a dime a dozen, like nickles and roses//
I'm like nerve agent bombs, i'm sick an' explosive//
You couldn't flow underground if you were an aquifer//
I doctor slur, and you remindin' me of 7:59 'cuz you're about to be 8 (ate)//
If your timin' ya bars, you're undoubtedly late//
This ought to be great...//
Your fans got munch howsin syndrome, if they're making you think ya ill//
Your rhyme's are like DNA strands with no creativity, ya missing the link to ya skill//
Couldn't write my death, pushing the ink to my will//
You couldn't deliver with a job at Papa John's//
You've been targeted by this stealth, now i'ma drop the atomic bombs//

(Bash, you fuckin' gump... I bet you can't even understand my shit, that's why you hatin' on it. A nigga tries ta post, an' we got retards like you fuckin' takin' up space on the boards. YOU SUCK. Ha, ha...)

I'm like Jesus with flow, kid i'll put feet to the sea (walk on ya flow)//
And like religious conviction to lepars, I bring the weak to they knees//
I usually put a charge on my lessons, but I can see you're weak, so i'll teach you completely for free//
Raise ya hand when you speak to G, I don't mean to talk about defeat (feet) but kid, the shoe fits//
Your rhymes are cheap, like something spit from a jew's lips//
You're like bible paper to an athiest, ya only purpose is to be twisted and smoked//
Any win for you would be more ackward than Charles Manson kissin' the Pope//
Son, if you're not laughin' at yourself, i'm insisting you're missing the joke//
Your rhymes are like a mall in the ghetto, there is no STRUCTURE(the store)//
Oh I aint done, i'll keep swingin' 'til your nose ruptures//
My drop is over ya head like rain storms//
You couldn't elect any W's if you campaigned more//
You've lost many battles whether you elected to fight back or not//
I don't even have to dig for my glory, because X marks the spot//
You can rap all you want about gats and killin' me//
But when the smoke clears, I know you and ya cats are feelin' me//

thoguth that was a tight drop, i was feelin' the flow and wordplay!

"I'm like Jesus with flow, kid i'll put feet to the sea (walk on ya flow)//
And like religious conviction to lepars, I bring the weak to they knees//" lol

keep it up!

haha.. did a better one then mine.. I'm-a drop somethin' more creative udn-worry.. these BREtches are gonna get merked every day.. lol..

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