Ight heres mine...

First, YUNGHEADWRECKAS rhymes'll pierce you and put
holes~in~ya~lungs/
Blows leave ya stung, Makin this Fool touch his
toes~to~his~tounge//
Calling yourself ill? That shouldn't be legal, Kid your war
raps are feeble/
Be decietful, Leave this fool shot up and more 'Holier' than
a fuckin Cathedreal//
But YUNG still makes you die fast from a tripple by pass/
Till your arteries get so FAT you'll be beggin ME for
slim~fast//
Now The rest dismays, But this Faggot's whack and missin his
health/
^^^ Kid you suck at throwin punches, That's why I be dissin'
myself// (Slim Fast line)
I'm really sorry you keep spitting whackass lines hoping we
quote em/
But honestly (executive)...Fat punches just don't connect
like broken modems//
Yo~dem Tips Lye~In~ya~Dome, I'm not Cocky Just
Inspirement~Prone/
Trash ya OLD PLAYED rhymes and send you to a fuckin
Retirement-Home!!//
You can't defeat the Best, so I seek stress to find this
geek's less/
A weak head, his 'Poor Postin' turned his clothin' to 'Cheap
Threads'//
Mothafucka! I'll leave starvin’ leeches in the cracks of your
pores/
The Only underground (executive) reps is where i'm stashin
his corpse//
I just ripped up executive tha bitch from lyrical soliders,
My verse killed yours cuz my shit was awake as if it was
sippin on folgers,
Well thats it I just dropped my shit, 19 lines just ended it,
"The bad guys" a shame I knew you was lame/
Uppercut this Fool so hard his molars chew through his
brain//