Look, I just need to kick a rhyme right quick..
I don't care what the f**k you say I'm sick..
Take the mic up and make some lines to spit..
Don't write it, but it's still right and thick with wit..
Saturated like a spung, soakin up style all the while..
If you doubt I'll ex-pung you, hear your rap put it in a file..
Give you a gold star for your best fable told like Aesop..
All you say is lies, you don't get it I'm done with you just stop..
Just spitin bull, like what I say will give you angle wings..
Hittin you up side your head, with one blow your ear snare rings..