all u hear from my gun is, "BLAT!"

as i steer my tire is running flat

hit a curb and my car flips mid-air

this shits clear that im crashing into Earth

even worse, i ripped my car outta gear

pilotering aint workin, im jumpin out like birth

take everything with me that has any worth

and run down the street snatchin a purse

then granny starts cappin yo ass, u hurt

joebird's embarassing, he's elementary like ernie and bert/

throwin kerosene on badrap, burn him into dirt/

joebird doesn't wanna battle me...he'll get merked/

same goes for me...? but I got perkz*/ /< see below>




(*atomic excitation delivering radiation down on your nation)

my rhymes freighten him, make his body twerk/(joebird)

Soundz like a simple minded stupid fucken jerk/ (dis4ne1)

shut ur trap bitch, go back to work/

^(lol)

Gut you punk snitch, In darkness I lurk/

(^heh, nice)

don't trya battle me...can u say, "MERKED"?

Don't cry 2 me... can you say, "worked"?//

i'll beat u so quick...*BURP*...oops, i burped/

^funny

I know you cum quick, king of the slurp// (j/k)

no need to apologize... u lite weight twerp/

(8 word cypher doggy dog)

^ (my bad, I think all this fucken with deeni has infected me, I'll go get a prescription or something)

Your life I'll sanitize...in other words merked....

no way u merk... u only get hurt/

leaving ya stupid like ya be joe dirt |

u can't afford shit... not even a shirt/

(just goin along with the cypher)

you can't hoard clit...not even a flirt

(going along with the flow)

enunciate your words, i only hear, inaudible-blurts/

(YES! i know this is text and i can't "hear" n e thing but whatever... go vote on my battle with one and only)

pronunciate your blurps, thier making my eye's hurt/

elevate your rhymes... get them out the dirt/

devistate your mind... have ya wearing a skirt//

watch out bounce, i'm gonna drop the hurt/

<-- smoking an ounce... while you're choking on dirt

Fuck the skirt... got u wearin a kilt/

I ramming the hurt...while your positions knelt/

Drop your rhymes... not a damn thing felt/

dropped ya pants dick slapped'n... left a welt/

My rhymes so hot... they make cheese melt/

I only smoke pot....it's good 4my *healt//

(health minus the H sound, what I ain't dissing italians,,,)

I'll stomp on you with my football cleats/