Fuck my status cuz you the baddest maniac rapper from missisipi/
Only such a brania'c bitch could let me win so quickly/
All your tactics been beat you been made to mice meat/
Easily deafeated and lyricaly burried six feet/
You say your gonna cut me wit that rappier/
But i actuly got a razor that could cut through rice paper/
Your fake dog and ya raps are more childish than da cabbige patch kids/
The last laugh wins but this is only the beginnin/
Your done im already at the finish/
You shoula went to chruch instead of battlin the sinnister/
Ima get at ya handi capped raps/
Throwem in the trash and along wit ya little sista/
I dont smoke shit but crap u b spittin/
Like a bad dime bag full of lyrics/
Gotta cup my ears cuz they bleed as i hear it/
Your fake dog and you gimme ache/
Id hate to take you out but you had to say shit/
So dissrespectful ima level you wit my pencil/
Stecil your lines trace it and erase you/
Bake and sufficate your rymes till your mind burns out/
Till you pace woozy and sweat to my ozzie/
My gats a disease and its flu season/
Bitch bleed!! beg to breath/
drown in ya own blood i wanna see you start sleepin/
So play dead mr crazy ass rapper from missipi/
Cuz you play real well at bein a mc (haha)/
Now what you really got agaist me?
Schoolboy pack ya bags and never come back/
Before somthin harder just hit you in the ass/
I'll bite you on the mic so just let go/
Get past it you'll never last to stand up/
Rap is a wepon and you bout to be fucked up/
I got more potential than a loaded pistol /
Spray anymore of that fake bullshit and ill murder you punk/
plain n simple/