A-kwa-TICK
Aw-toe-mah-TICK

no way they didn't rhyme.

With sick infectious rhymes im guareenteed to begin merking
While sticks and stones my break my bones
But Bars-Of-Steel will never hurt me

Something like that


My rhymes are a given, while yours come from a rap book
Punches aimed straight at your chest to attack your heart
Lines ablissfuly tear niggas part while you pay for the right hook


You must of been eating lotta buffalo booty
when you was thinkin scripts.......................
Cuz you claimin you droppin hot lines
When you just droppin flies when you spittin dat bull shit