normal rules, unlimeted lines

This guy, well this guy he disserves to die,
There’s nothing here he can do except winge and cry,
You know I sit here and read your rap,
and I realize that it is rely rely crap,
your better taking up tap dancing,
you and your pooffy prancing,
you’re a joke,
piss me of and you and your house will go up in smoke,
the way you rap we think your slow,
yo bro., me I’m an Aussi,
you don’t even have a possie,
your last rap you lost me, and double crossed me,
so I end this wid a fuck u b,
after you get creamed,
cuss heres a clue,
u aren’t mean or lean,
cus you rap like you got a jiped spleen,
o sorry am I to mean,
so good by,
time to go now I’ve been seen.

may the best man win

smith and western is the best one to put you in the dirt knife game have you looking like mc girt(aka O.D.B) /young nigga poppin off in these streets you got niggas that wanna be wiggas/im like none crusher i aint never scared run i aint never did jarrad did mack(gun) push ya wig have this bitch yellin like a pig/ new on RB got a DVD wit this nigga swalling dick's he's makin the picks/ going hard to make sales help my nigga make bail coppin fish scale selling it well praying for my nigga in jail/ i got this battle with not explaining i'll fuck wit ya head like a algebra equation