you stupid bastard that flow was complete wackness
a couple mini bars compared to this undefeated mastiff
unretread the last kid, they found him shoved in a basket
with his pen through his mouth like some sort of faggot
now youre here spittin this bullshit
with that angle youd think you had a mullet,
cut off sleeves holy jeans and mean look posin
baseball bat and chain, cousin firmly gropin
while you beat up dem dare niggers with your breath and free postin

its unincourgable, this massive mastiff fetish you have
shoved it in his basket, then gave reacharound a grab
i'll stab ya with sound waves have you bleedin from the ear
lyrical guns shattar ear drums, while my glare seeds fear
while you drink a beer, look at the pot belly you're formin
thought you was a fighter, now ya cookin like george forman
with the grease basket underneath, and what seeps is you
cuz you the nastiest rapper, is that a compliment? no fool.

caught up in the moment with your flowin emotion
you seem to be glowin thinkin you won with bows throwin
that little verse was complimentary at best
cause haters hate talent, some sentimental assets
youre lyrical gun retracts it, jammed bar and blew back it
jaw line shattered, mangled dreams attached it

ya whole styles garbage it needs to be thrown away
windy city? prepared to get blown away
call me mr. winter cuz i get cold
stop battlin and keepin making music for 10 year olds
you walk like you tight
but everything about you is fragmented hype
that's why your mom has to write
everything you post on this site
i can't stand ya
claimin chi town when you was raised in montana
i battle you anywhere just give me the time of day
i'll stick a dildo in your mouth
till your voice box pops out
and your teeth rot away

u from the box behind k-Mart?/
ur a homeless bum u fukin retard/
ur offline now but i'll wait till u return/
just read my lyrics and u will learn/
to be the best u gotta ball with the best/
dont go where u shouldnt or u'll get a knife stuk in ya chest/
it's faggot ass bitches like u that fuk this world up/
u take ur boyfriend and ram him up the butt

Fgee stands for fake gee
the only guns you seen are on tv
Even with a microscope you can't see me
I far from your skill I'm out of sight b

broli is clearly an idiot and u typing is a sin/
i never mentioned guns what planet are u livin in?/
my skills are superior to yours like when kobe shoots a three and scores

I did'nt know gay people are starting to rap, that's nuts!!!!
but I say fuck fagget rhymes from fools who take it in their butts
check the chameleon as he performs some of his lyrical stunts
back flippin and cart wheelin kickin fgee in the forehead
one false flow and that funny fool is straight dead
yeah I'm not even talking and you still heard what I said
I'm not even trying and I still put your flows to bed

its inconciderate how alpha slaughter rep-tiles//
voulenteer and get step-on like you was a "Step"-child//
Chamelon bring new meaning to the word's "BLOW"-OUT//
shut yo mouth, before i "Bust"you out on something fowl// :eek:
like how you think PAL's is for P.ounding A.sses L.egacy~style//
It's strange how, you always got your nigga's BACKS//(Asses)
even when they dont need you, you run up behind them grabbing yo nut sack???//:confused:

where u come up with a name like AlphaOmega?/
i kick ur ass like in mortal kombat on sega/
u get such a beating u resort to cheating/
then u start greeting and act like faggot assed ronan keating/
who's this dude u ask?/
u should know u fuked him up the ass(sick)

talkin about ronan keating,i heard you beat off to him whenever you see him/takin up tha rear end at nights to get gay guys creamin,all over your face shootin you with there semin,usin a kleenex so just start cleanin.

thats a fuked up mind u got there west/
u best lay low or i'll make killin u my quest/
im talkin in a lyrical sense/
fukin jesus ur dense/
if u were any dumber ud b in a mental institute/
gettin fed toxic pills and food/

fgee,now u know u don't wanna fuck with me/i'm that nigga named tha w-e-s-t/kickin it with tha o double g ie,that nigga B.and pudsy/never standin down to anyone as megre as thee/spittin lyrics for fun and rippin anyone who diss me,so take this to heed before u r deed.

fuck with u?u must be jokin/
u write that shit hopin/
u want a fresh piece of ass every nite/
i asked ur mum she said what ur like/
if she knew, she wuda had u sorted/
like apollo 13 u shuda been mission aborted

u bitches need 2 stop whining n start battling,
for some1 like me come along and start scrapping,
aint got no brakes in my lyrics rolling 200 miles a hour
bitches hear my words they need a cold shower for hours
nuttin to hold back my power keep
my eyes peeled always known as a prowler
all yous thingking you g's stepping in the game
dunno wat you steppin in2 snakes or flames
by the end u neva 4get my name
jigga say it da best, u all fucking lame