alright, chump...let us go.


Like CyPHiLis,
in tENeMEntS, ya kids back//
Leave d.j em sce touched like hands on Skidmats//

The drama never ends, so tell ya mama not to sing//

Cotton mouth? no, have to spit//
Trick you into getting fucked up, like casting calls for M. Jackson Flicks//

Acid raps, wrap to ya, eAtIN yA TeaM//
Have Half you stabbed now, the rest later like a sequel to Scream//

Injure you so bad, you'll flow with your own nurse//
To patch you up after the battle, cuz you told me to go first//

This penny rhymer can't hang with aces//
Sprewell movements, got me SeRVinG him cIrCulAR Strangulation//

Nod ya head d.j em sce, cuz my speach is the truth//
Till ya neck gets stretched like slaves in a sequel to roots//

You couldn't be precise if i built you a laser//
This soft bastard can't stomach me, he has to drink milk with a chaser!//

We look a like and Thats No surpise//
I been fucking ya fam's girls for years, ya dad got my nose and eyes//

I'll serve you with Mic-illingus, but it's a pleasure to me//
I'm like Helen Keller at your party, [COLOR=Navy]WHAT'S A RECORD TO ME?[/COLOR]//

After this battle, you're likely a corpse//
and more pissed than unrecognized, unsigned hypes in the source//

let's go