By far the worst verse I've ever read was carved with your penSucks for you, I script deaths, starring you and scrawled in red
Never ask to battle me, Al-Qaeda pays to see me scrimmage
Taking notes, watching how I leave foes flat like a TV image
I'll slice your fu*king ankles, show you the true meaning of defeat
Syphon the blood with metaphors, the ciphers almost complete
But not until I snap your neck, and break your bones ten at a time
Then slash your back and skip rope with the ends of your spine
You thought your verse was dope? Lemans, swallow your pride
Otherwise I'll rip out your intenstines, and leave you hollow inside
Then end you with twelve bars, letting you leave with your freedom
Cause I heard 'Pac was your favorite rapper, now you can meet him