Dude I didn't clain shit that's a lie,
You know what G I'm surprised you still alive,
See I thrive of the fear that you feed me,
Cos in this rap game you know you need me,
So let me see G, I'll look what i can work out,
I think I'ma knock this punk out,
Then again is he worth the stress,
Dude fear me like you fear God cos I bring death,
Only I bring it on a higher level,
So fear me like tha devil,
But wait that's still underestimating my powers,
There ain't no bitch assed rapper that I can't devour,
And this bitch ain't no exception,
I'm done letting you get away with your crack,
Bitch shut the fuck up you the one dealing the smack,
To the five year olds,
Going to kindergarten calling kids ho's,
You should be ashamed of yourself,
Instead you take pictures of yourself,
In the wrong places,
And give em to todays kids,
Telling them that it's just worm crawling up your leg,
See that's the reason you should be dead,
Cos the only thing you messing is with these kids heads,
You heard what I said I think you're a molestor,
See this is my test a,
I'll give you a pencil chalk full of lead,
So we can see if you follow through what you said,
Leave me in bed straight through my head,
Dude you'd rather be out giving head instead,
Now as you read this you may have been thinking,
What has this dude been drinking,
Nothing unless you count the beer,
Lend an ear so i can tell you here,
You won the last battle I won the first,
So go ahead and respond with that pen and pad from in your purse,
I'm done with this clown cock sucking fake,
And yo rad I done seen the video tape!

You calling me an actor cos you can't bust,
You wanna reply come back if you must,
But when you take the mic with me your life you trust!

scared of crime,?
wat the fuck,
are u outta ya mind?

You clain to be, a real Mc,
but all i see is just a wana be,
i dont think u wana mess wif my lyrical flow,
and my rhymes so hot they'll make urs blow,
see i could be any thing like heavy weights,
all u could do is a waiter, carryin den plates,
and serving people,which really spit on you,
every thing i do, i do it true,
so when spit,ul b catching my flu,
and yes i am thughish 99 persent,
but i aint no wana be of 50 cent,
all im represtinitng is a element,
tha factor,which uncovers tha fake as actor,
in ya charactor,but however,
u got no flavour,but mines savor,
see u just a fag, who always trys to sag,
and sniffs aerosol in a bag!
trying to get high cheap,
bitch we gona keep battling,till ders no more sleep,
and i keep my focus, and use magic like hocus pocus,
dont act hard, when ur rhymes r just bogus,
and wat u talking about fucking a prostitute,
atleast i got respect, u got every 1 calling u dude,
man ur screwed, and fucked at tha same time,
cos if im a plaguriser, then ur tha mime,
calling me out dead? il leave u in ya bed,
and poisen you with lead and put it str8 thru ya head,
in swift n thin like a thread,
and come step to me if u wana get shred!

G, u no i can handle this, but can you? lol
~*PeAcE*Y.H.4.L*~

You claim to be a criminal but you're scared of crime,
You wanna be a rapper but you don't know how to rhyme,
See I don't got the time to waste with your shit,
So I'm gonna rush with haste through my bit,
See I know a lot of rappers talk about drugs,
And 99 percent of them claim to be thugs,
But you don't do that you're for real?
Explain to me then how you don't spit how you kneel,
Before my greatness,
This battle thing has been on my wait list,
But now finally I'll be able to check it,
And when I'm done rhyming you'll be able to feck it,
Shit you'll fuck it up,
Like a duck you'll quack the track,
But yo I'm still spitting so take a step back,
Your lyrics blow like a prostitute on her back,
Up her crack for you that's a him,
I gots a feeling you're rather dim,
So I'ma make your brain spin round in your head,
By asking you how long you g'nna be dead?

Yo Rad you think you can handle this, wait til round two!