iight heres ma drop..........

he agreed to battle the best and the greatest//
i knock tha pube hair off ya chest stop whackin it//
to fully clothed bitches on trading spaces//
ya neva gonna be like Tupac Shakur//
Put the keyboard down ya shit couldnt shock a ford//
U couldnt have me stocked shot or mocked by some trial rappers//
they some style slackers with Hugh Flinks laughter//
Fans dissappearing mamma's dont care//
they hatchin you to recieve a higher welfare//
hes the fat kid who loves the cake he rocks the mic//
so can afford to support his ass with a klondike//
come on mike get in the game ya dont know how much ya lack//
you couldnt get in hittin wit ken griffeys b-ball bat//
fill ya khakis full of toxic gasses you in the back seat//
Plastic bag over your head to shed ya constant fear of conflict//