HaHa… YeaH… BeT…
-CLeaRS THRoaT-
I’m whack – no, its not my fault ur names a type-o/
2 N’s instead of one thinking then ya lines might flow/
-CouGHS-
Oh sorry… u think im really startin a verse off like that?
HaHa… CheCC iT…
You should be callin yaself a “delinquent”/
Everyone kno the “deal”, but no one kno where the “ink went”/
Ya times been spent on weak rhymes to vent/
Your emotions are bent worse than a bipolar Vietnam vet!/
Come hit me bacc, I don’t care if u “amped”/
A thousand volts aint shit when its attatched to ur pants!/
You couldn’t see me if we was freestylin in Stockholme/
I’ll decapitate u whit razor punches till u really come “off the dome”/
You claimin u untouchable, well my flow’s industrial/
While you’re developing yours in the lab, I’m already professional/
BlaH… FuCC iT…
HoLLaH aTCHa Boi!