my verse:

who the hell is this guy from "Germany", he PM'in me, trying to say he got beef wit me, sounds more like a "Nazi" pussy//
how can u be "god" if ur "directly from hell", sounds like an oxymoron, i just heard the "bell",its the "end of round 1", u just knocked ur self out//
thats the end of this bout, i just ate u like i eat saurer"kraut"(kraut=German, Saurekraut=some kind of cabbage)//
uve made ur mark as a wack emcee, but since ur european make a new Name and start as femcee//
u tryin to start another war, kraut back up, we already annhilated yall twice before, u dont want more//
this is like my equivalent of "D-day", ima "invade" places u hold sway, cut ur head off and put it on a platinum tray, throw a halloween masquerade, laugh at u cuz u got nuttin to say//
u think cuz u from germany u just another einstien, too bad ur brain is like mush for swines to dine//
heres advice for a dime, take the time, pick another occupation cuz ur lines dont rhyme, anyother job'll do fine//
i know ur nervous, ur prolly "prewritin", i can tell by ur played out verses, that ur creativeness is dead like the nails u been "bitin"//
elevate, rise through the ranks, and come back when ur "bars" arent as yellow as "American National Banks"//(gold bars are yellow, and so are cowards)

hit this shit up dawgs, hit the polls