ya lil sis, she a techical virgin but she work wit more brains than a neurosurgeon

dis is all about punches so somebody please punch his ticket/this boy rhymes is about ass wack as sittin back wit yo niggas and listenin to the chirpin of crickets

who da fuck sits back wit da boys an listens to da sound of crickets?/unless ya out side sneaking in da trees rubbing ya boys biscuits/if queer as folk made a movie firesquadgangsta an his boys would buy a bucket of vasaline plus buy up all da movie tickets

boy you can't rap please don't try it/if you eva dropped a album yo on moms wouldn't buy it

but if i drop my cock an on da ground i start draggin it/ ya moms mouth would draw to it like a magnet.

they say opposites attrack/ firesquadgangsta's moms tounge an my hairy nut sack

with a record like that you look absurd//like a macy gray album you will never be heard

yo I spit flames dat's hotta den hell, n I spit hot bars like summa time prison cells

What you like to spit?, i thought you only swallow/
but still if you battlin me ,you'll still end up hollow/

Only thing gon be hollow is ur mutha fuckin chest, I'll blast u wit bullets dat go thru all five of ur vests,

its the last stop playah im callin all bets
have your bullet proof vest lookin like fishnets

put ya life on da table an ill raise da bid/ an empty a whole clip in ya ribs/ leaving u bloody in front of ya crib/on ya door spell out wit ya blood,bitchslaper killed mystahbiggs

I have mad En-du-rance like Niger-ians, you give up after your first and only good bar/
The rest of your verse just fillers, from that point your verse drops like a fallen star/

STICK TO MAKING HOTSAUCE AN EATING CHILI/COUNTRY ASS LOUISIANA SUCK WILLIE HILLBILLY

I'm not from the country I'm from Baker City
Fo suck on your dad's wrinkle old titty/

imma 'throw' ya 'lungs' in the 'air' and u still couldnt 'catch' ya 'breath'

i pull intestines out ya ass to swing you around//
like square dancin but ya feet off the ground

When ya mess u go down like pac and Biggie,
Teach ya a lesson for messin wit me

this kids a "down terd" wit "aids" i guess that "SHITS~SAD......../
u punk bitch , you're just a "pussy" thats why u live on "'FISH~AVE./1

I dont understand it spittin flows like that should get you repremanded

i spray my sick shit at ya face like i was "shootin craps"//
i'm like "e. honda" givin you " thousand hand slaps"

ill beat ya mamas pus till it errupts/give ya granny a hi doo ken in her pussy cut/

throw in the towel cause ya life aint shit//
no take the towel and hang yaself with it

nigga wanted to elevate above me so i gave him a helping hand with a 4-5th lift/

how's the towl goin' to dry u when the oozy's shower u/

half these muthafuckaz like "Cris Cross" they ain't Nuthin
lyrics "jump" you back to yo body, reverse ya clothes if ya Frontin...

Meth slash burned to ash like smoked hash with no cash//
smash ya stash got you itchy like dick rash

Antidote Four couldn't cure your wack songs.
Your own f*cking whore wouldn't touch you with black tongs.

you call that a verse? i think you ought to dispearse//
before it gets worse you oughtta call in a herse.

That was dope...not, ur hope is wrong
I throw better punches wit broken arms...

i take y abroken arms and go "upside ya head'//
better off armless kid you better off dead

its all off the head, start droppin' ya books/
punches? im throwing uppercuts, betta watch for the hook/

Optimus Rhyme couldn't even come up wit his own lines so he took from Cool Breezes' rhyme//
Like your status said you betta stay "Offline" and don't even reply//
You should kill yourself like you said - You really got nothing to lose//
Don't worry I'll even help you//
Tell me where you live and I'll bring you a noose//

thats kinda funny biggie but you aint bigga than me
aight go head bring the noose I'll bring the whole damn tree

A nigga like me is going platinum yall niggas can stay gold,
Cause I be been spittn' hot shit since I was a day old;

marvell..right like the "comics"//
you make me wanna vomit like too many gin and tonics

Aight mystahB-More I'll bring the noose you bring the tree//
But why you gon put yo'self in that situation "Do you wish death upon thee?//
Get off my back and go back to doing what you do on your knees//
Cuz you just unwanted like loose pusy//
You should thank me for being so kind - I hurt you for free//
And don't even try to come back cuz you wuz already burnt to the third-degree//

this is just a punchline biggy not a whole fuckin book//
look at the topic title you fuckin "half way crook"

Oh no, I don't follow directions I don't read between the lines like roux does//
You joined March of this year and already got 453 posts muthafucka you online too much//
Shit I didn't know a book could be written wit only 6 lines in it//
I would give a fuck, but I don't know what a fuck is to give it//

you heard the man biggey, read the rules are you gettin it?
yall don't be too hard on him cuz I heard he was iliterate

Follow the rules
- fuck that -
I'll roll up your rhymes and smoke on it//
I would spit some more but you would just choke on it//