aight check it

I need to help you fix ur name on this microphone
yea i made u dirty, but you didn't make the endzone
you wish ur rhymes were complex, but they were really weak
Your confused in this battle, like u brought a snowboard to the beach
like bill you get beseached, i knock u so ur not greater
someone must have not cold you kid, i'm the master-debator
I'm the lover your the hater, cause you always fail to flow
Ur calling me the child, but battlin me's a no no
and at least a gotta home, and who you calling white trash
kid you'll be serving my fries one day, so u can kiss my ass
I never miss a pass, and always make my threes
no i'm not ready just yet dawg, get up off your knees