aiight im first..

u battle me its like fisticufs with words,
ill sever ur nuts and bird,
usin my my machetie,
oh ur circumcized, some1s been at that speghetti already,
keep yo eyes steady on the prize, be ready, for surpise,
cuz when ur fuckin with me u betta be wise, i gots no quams makin any u bitches die,
i spit in a style thats mine, i hit and u dial 9 one one,
"help me this mans killin me its no fun,
i got no where to run, hes gonna slit me with file from my tits to my cunt!"
aww shit wheres ur wambulance,
ur like a bug i stamp to bits,
i go love for man or bitch,
who turns out to be a snitch,
stealin rhymes from his heros and callin em his own,
why dont u ask ur mom for the love letter i sent her, take my rhymes on a loan,
they better then any uve blown, and my full repetoir still hasnt been shown