Here I go, my name's Typo, but there's no malfunction in my flow//
I'm here to rock Camrok's world, got my ducks lined in a row//
When I walk through the room bitches like Camrok be fallin to my feet//
Cause they know the force of my rhymes'll blow em down Fulton Street//
I look in ur eyes and see ur fear, you fake MC Hammer, makes ya stammer//
Everybody, drop ur battles, come and watch this MC get hammered//
I'm on a whole different level, high up while you attempt to ride my dick//
My skills is blessed like holy water, got the power to make molasess slick//
Lookin' at ur girl, she must be a trick cause she sure aint a treat//
But since I'm nice I'll allow her to come and try my weighty meat//
Saw her back, so rough a DJ could pull scratches off that s**t//
I understand though, it's the best you can do, the only kind you'll hit//
A word to the unwise, fix up ur profile, what the hell is a Camrok?//
But there's no time, cause my rhymes are da equal of a full force glock.//