lol? nah u and him gotta write somthing new dissin me homie how the fuck u battling me with a random freestyle?

well, we did it for intro i try

iight u can go first

as i said, real niggas dont fight over no game, i show u have its done in a right way,

im like a boomerang, always comin back from a random swang,

i touch your soul, so u can worship me as i control the pistole.

lol how is this a diss 2 me tho? but iight lemme get typin my response, u bit off more than u could chew my nig lol

im not that creative today, but im tryin

Ok...

Wigga u the new vanilla ice.....Callin us out 4 a battle.... Ur head aint right....I slap some sense into ur head seein how u aint got none.....I'm destroy this boy just for fun...I anit number one but i'm always gonna on top! I'm just gettin started i anit gonna stop...

(anit racist i'm mixrace)

this little fuckstick wanna front like he run shit,

i'll make this boy chingy suck clips til his fuckin lungs rip,

little punk bitch u better stick to your young shit,

or get hit with the butt of this gun til your cunts drips,

you must be apeshit to fuck with a gorilla breeder,

if your off the meter im measured to ~kilometer~,

i got nothin but hate for you so its real when i tell u to suck a dick

i give a fuck about battlin you chingy, but i can tell that you lovin it,

faggot you couldnt touch me with a 12" oven mit,

make sure ur sent to the lord when im slittin ya cords,

u pour your heart into it, this is just some shit when im bored,

im sick to the core, leave chingy shirt ~sauced~ like riblets of pork,

i'll make you sit on a sword til you gettin the point

tearin ya acl the only time you ~rippin a joint~

look kid, the only thing you spittin is flem

and you kno when im rappin, the only shit ~crackin~ is ribs

if E's shittin know that i ~sat on his lid~

chingy, you gotta have talent before you can actually spit...

would u like a shovel u might as well just burry urself homie

lol ok i got u next hold up

marcus you a fake fuck, who ill blaze up, and leave a knife hanging out ya chest like an ~A cup~,

faggot wake up, before u get laced up, and ill put you boys in a box like some gay sluts,

this dude made up, who life fabricated, another faggot hatin who gonna have 2 suffer lacerations,

tell his dad he shoulda never ejaculated, daggers waitin to slit his eyes, like ~aggrivated asians~,

marcus think E aint sick?, this bastards fuckin nuts, Only on the net he hard as fuck,

but if i cripped up i bet he bitch up, and show his ~pussy~ like his ~dick tough~

you a bitch bro, better zip them lips up, for my razor ~rips~ ya stomach like you doin sit ups,

i spit tough, youd repeat it when it played, only time marcus get dope is when the needle in his vein,

my punches bring the pain, ull get bashed ina brawl, leave marcus leakin out his brain so he can ~gather his thoughts~

im the faculty boss, fact that hes soft i might brake him, submissons ~turn his arms back~ like day light savings