Don’t get in this con’s way, or you’ll get bombed like Bombay
I got a mind stay to grab the A.K. and spray where your mom’s stay
I’m hot like a long day, so don’t come at me the wrong way
You beating me is just a rumor, like 50 Cent hookin up with Beyonce
I’ll rape your fiancé, till she scream like Ashanti
Run her over in a Diamante and watch her blood spill like Picante
Im seein your weak rhymes, you should keep it, and peep mine
Your like my cell phone, you get used up often on peak times
You sound like the fag type, that’ll suck on your dad’s pipe
Even with an over-bite, you’ll blow his dick hard like a bagpipe
Those are the facts right? You’re the exact opposite of someone who raps tight
Your shine is dimmer than a black light, and your laughed at like when drags fight
Your style is like a ghost haunting, we see it and find out that no one’s runninng
You should of stuck with your original battle plan, and that would be to post nothing
Yeah I’m close cutting, and I’m hotter than toast burning
And I proclaimed awesome and radical, like Bill and Ted’s bogus journeys
Drop bombs that’ll leave your toes hurting, leaving you in critical condition
Did I forget to mention, that you get ‘out spoken’ like a senator at a Political convention
With minimal intentions, I do the most damage, with no fixin
I got punch lines that leave your nose redder than if Rudolph was beat up by Blitzen

holla at me....im up for grabs
-Joker