iight i gotta spit first cause i dont got time to wait...so this is my check in and flow


i know that you or your boy dont need to be talkin trash
both you play your skin flutes so much you got milk mustashes
you call yourself the best but you aint numba 1 or even the best
there just aint no way you gonna be winning this rap contest
and the fact remains wen i pull out da glock,ya'll betta dash
ya motha should a left u wen she found u in da trash
You cant handle my metafives or duck my punch lines
Ill eat this cat up like big pun at lunch time
Fuck the vocab. before I burst like a bubble
You know if you start to mess with me there is gonna be trouble
My lyrics are like AIDS cuz they spread for sure
Don’t try 2 mess wit me cuz there wont be any cure
bash-n-hit, wouldn't make the cut if ya packed-a-switch
Ya lack-the-wits, my voice boomin like I'm clappin-clips
You wouldn't hold hot rhymes if you grabbed-my-lips