i hope ur trynna sike me out to THINK ur really that garbage

im only go'n 3 bars

my verse:
give it up son i heard wackness inc. is look'n for for profound secretaries/
in this battle ima have u lay'n with ya face in the groundl like upside down cemetaries//

i dunk MCs like donuts at lunch in police precints/
how the fuck u got a name like jab and u cant even punch decent//

go do sumthin else wit ya life give up rap and get off of ya couch/
my rhymes are arm & hammer fresh while yo shit stinks like oscar the grouch//

ok im done