i don’t wanna be hearin wack rhymes, but battlin u im bound to hear those/
call me a mathematician, the way I subtract your lyrical skills down to Zero/
you dont maintain sick scripts.. yet to me hes gonna drop wack spits/
15 lines is how long all ya talkings gonna last, before getting locked in caskets/
you stuff and churn out mass produced shit like lego brick molds/
your lackin courage heart and brains... ya need to follow the yellow brick road/
first shot KO like im comin with the one hitter quitter/
kid your rhymes wouldnt shine even if they were covered with glitter/
i bring dreams of dread as your dealing with street... stay discreet/
multiple personalities compete like School Of Hard Knocks worn by geeks/
no need to fake it your flavor cant be tasted/
a penny for your thoughts is too much for the words you wasted/
this jack is no ripper so wat if something bit?/
your like candy bars in a pool you really aint shit/


not my best work
kinda blocked right now