STOP COMPARIN YOURSELF TO OTHER MC'S/
PLEASE, GET ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN KNEES/
AND START DOIN WUT YOUR GOOD AT/
SUCKIN DICK AND SQUEEZIN ON THE SACK/
YOU'S A QUARTERBACK U LIKE DOIN IT FROM BEHIND/
YOUR IN THE CLOSET, BUT YOU THINK WE DON'T KNOW THAT YOUR GAY,
WUT ARE WE FUCKIN BLIND/
STOP TRYIN TO TAKE OTHER PEOPLES SHINE/
AND GET SOME OF YOUR OWN/
THE WAY YOU RAP YOU SHOULD BE DISOWNED!!!!!

you going on about people being gay/
dat aint da right way/
to go about these thingz/
i'll teach u a lesson/
i'll hit ya head in da ground/pressing/pushing/
slaming it in da concrete/den u'll be stressing/
and ure dad will be lyk dere dere son/

yo

Nas bein shit i dun give a fuck bout dat man //
fuck ur ass off n seal ya self inna soup can//
its real swell dat u postin n all //
by why be hard when ya dick equals so small //
i know this ryhme is lame but so are //
but hey, whats ur bitch ass gonna do //

that was lame i know

So let me get this shit straight
Ur gonna fuk him in the ass
and seal him. u aint straight?
When ur rhymes make sence
check ur last 2 lines, u cant form a sentence
I seen ur ass in church, askin for repentance
Nothin will save your scrawny ass now
just accept it , take it like a man and, bow down
bow down to me and get on ur knee's
Lets all put on a show, that these sick fuks wanna C

u a new ta rb punk spittin like u tru //
look man aint nobody connectin with u //
england is a shit hole were no would go it aint safe for us //
cause chadlad when he sees an ass is like M jackson "dangerous" //

by the way chadlad ur ryhmes are pretty basic man

Where did u get ur rhymes from?
A fairytale, nursery rhyme kids book
no one could care, give a shit or 2 fuks
about how England appears or looks
Your from hong kong, i put better in a bong
So sing ur shitty song, cus u always fukin wrong
Don't judge shit till u been there bitch
here's sum spray, go treat ur 7 year itch

look now,feast your eyes on the scientist//
ur gonna turn "black" by the swings of my fist//
ur my pre-med student...and i consider u diss-missed//
u can spit tight alright but only if I choke ur neck that tight//
dispit the fact that u bit...ur flow make me wanna fight//
I strike fright in nigaz hearts to make them turn white//
im done with u...now its time to say goodnight//

lol hahahahahahahaha

Hello Mr. scientist....here's an introduction to my fist/
Nice to beat ya, call me Bounce... the mad scien-twist/
I see the gat is high on your list, sounding like a zenophobist/
I'll grab your neck and give it a twist /
reach in your throat and pull out a cyst/
Gag you with my mic while I spray ya with piss/
so becarefull who you dis/
you dont wanna hear my hiss/
cuz my crew is murderous oh so wild and dangerous/
smack ya with a poision kiss/
send you to that dark abyss/
you can shoot but you will miss/
We take the form of Ganja mist/
pull the trigger... I insist/
I'm the reffer-cussionist/
The herb-al scien-twist/
Now your ass is on my list/
I bring eternal sleepy-ness/
Bleed ya down till ya life-less.. scientist don't fuck with this!

that was hilarious the way u keeped on using iss at the end of what seemed to be lyrics//
learn new vocab...heres an idea,hooked on phonics//
scien-twist, deeply hurt my "feelings"//(the 5 senses,sight,touch and shit..)
so i'll use ur body parts for my healing//
bouncedoggydog?u coulnt bounce to this flow even if i gave u a pogostick//
ima scientist...and I'll infect ur mouth with an uncurrable virus//
and I'll win the noble peace award for delivering this earth from your shitty spits//

YOU CALL URSELF A SCIENTIST,
BUT YOU CANT EVEN COME UP WIT A HYPOTHESIS/
YOU RUN YOUR LIPS WITOUT EVEN LOOKIN AT UR DATA/
TRY TO MEASURE THE SIZE OF THAT CRATER,
THAT I LEFT IN YOUR DOME FROM THE CHROME/
YOU BETTA LEAVE THIS EXPERIMENT ALONE,
CUZ UR STUPID U TRY TO FLOW WITOUT ANY FLUID/
I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT,
TAKE DOWN SOME NOTES SO YOU DONT CONFUSE IT/
THAT I AM NOT AN ILLUSION/
AND I CAME TO START A REVOLUTION/
SO THERES YOUR ANSWER, WRITE IT DOWN FOR YOUR CONCLUSION!!!

ima scientist...comming to piss on ur back all the way to ur ass crack//
in the words i speak...I blast-back, for ur mouth to get bitch-slapped//
let me break down this so called conclusion//
I'll punch ur temples...till ur brain goes into concussion//
having u thinking im an illusion Like"the matrix has me"//
academicly speaking....ur body is chemicaly fading//
into sumthing...I like to call beef roasting//