yo 10 lines right...........

my verse
Kew Ill is throught...i'm defusin this lit Fuse...i just imploded ya whole frame...Ills dead what about the rest of ya crew~/~(don't got one)
leavin this kid with stitches..apendages dismembered and disfigured...Better hold this battle on MTV cause SYN like to DisMis Bitches~/~
Ditchin Niggas..Kew is 6ft below my level to have pleeded wishes..
murderin his vision detaching his eyes GINSU'em and leave him with splitted images~/~
I'm slayin this Jane..lines played like arcades..
cause if wackness was a joystick you would be dickrydin the GAME~/~
underestimation gets kids murked KEW "quote this"...
you couldn't MATCH wits even if ya words where C4 you still have to FUSE to be explosive~/~(look at first line














HIS VERSE
I leave you where you not belong//
head dump,body chump,tie off your tongue//
lung boiled,make your spinal cord became rope//
you can't defeat me jack ass you only have hope//
I'll leave in your vest more "buck shots" than millwaukee//
got your body tatooed with scars,my bullets make surgery//
kew've been in hell,visit the depht part of death//
peep my rhymes like satan on my right God at my left//
when the cops come and look all they find is your shirt tags//
dirt rats picking bones, clean your rib cage and your brags//
i spit blades at **~SynText~** , leave each and every Scar Mergin//
then shoot'em with Darts laced with SARS, the Mars Version//


uppin for some votes