ok, 20 lines i start to spit//
and your mind will wanna quit//
this verbal assualt on your loner wit//
i escaped from the experiments//
to deliever this diss testament//
you suck, your weak, face lookin bleak//
from the heat which i burn you like cookin meat//
yo hate osama? so does america//
you mean the literal fuck in his anal area//
once you reply i bet you get me in hysteria//
learn to spell dog, read a dictionary//
yo wont speak back, just churp as a canary//
my first battle and im looking at championship//
whats the matter, cant rap, thin as a potato-chip//
ive got the verbal arsenal and its all equipped//
i make some choppy rhymes//
straight from textbook lines//
thats all i need from my mind//
to make you look sour and start to trance//
hit me back with rap if you think you got a chance//