when i step to the mic i kick mc's over like trees as to hurricanes do when they hit the florida keys

So this is my puch line/
I'll Knock your hearing out wit- a-deaf ryhme/
Don't worry you'll get it back in no time/
Just wear ear plugs when ya hear one-of mine/
I'll shoot ya down without the help of a nine
I'm the illest on the third of the orbiting nine/
Your removed only because your benign/

^^^You're Gay...You'll Get Better Tho

You Thought You Beat Me But Its Like Imaginary Pants..Its Not What It Seams...
Couldn't Beat Me 1 On 1 Not Even With A Dream Team...
Closest You'll Come To A Punchline Is Boxin Wit A Fishin Pole...
You Could Rap On That Train n Still Wouldn't Have "Soul"...

Yo you be like a Fridge in the Desert - tryna keep ya cool
People laugh at you like they did at Hitler's funeral
I extort my thoughts so tight its like cycling shorts
Ill leave your face lookin like apple bobbing in tomato sauce
Juiced will induce ya with bruises that scar ya life
You couldn't be sharp on the mic if ya tongue was a knife
I'll hit u so hard you'll be talking like Freeway
Ur girl given me so many blowJOBS she's on my Curriculum Vitae!

Ya tryin'2step2diss, mutha'fuka, best resist//
Tear ya'head off wit-a-twist, -n- probe ya'wit-a-fist//
Ya'd probably like it coming from ben-dover you botty rover//
In this realm ya flowza R over, left standing like a posser//
Mr. bouce is like yoshinoya-it'z-good2-destroy-ya//
You couldn't beat me even if ya-brought-ya lawyer//
My rhymes will floor'ya tear thru-ya heart-N-beat-it-4ya//
You wannabe nut flocking Tom Sawyer//
Nutt in butt...a-Huckel-Berry ryhme Soldier//


(read into the words)

<Aimed @ MC Phuh Que>
or the person above me, don't take it too serious...

I spit lyrics to make the average rapper quit/ if i eat you and digest you you still wouldnt be shit/

you, you, you, that's all i heard from YOU/
your rhyme is already played out like pokemon and pikachu/

^ha, short and to the point, come on, it's 12:37a.m. for me, i'm way outta it, peace, ima bounce

^lol. Nice even though it was short. Hell its 3:51 a.m her im outta it as hell too. So maybe its not really funny or good, I will have to look when i can see right.

You write shit so dull that when it posts it posts brown.

boy i have ya gurl go up and down like a craftmatic/hook on my come like a crack addict

hook on my come like a crack addict/
that made no sense, good try... at least u took a stab at it/

i freestyle to free styles P from exile,
text so wild it can only be found in textiles

U freestyle to P
what now i know ur a whack emcee
u just settin urself up to get tossed literally

"u will be merked" this bitch ass on crack/
he bites rhymes so much... his front teeth have a lil gap/

your a rookie that attempts to kiss my shoes//
i attack your wack rhymes that you get from blues clues//