I'm on the uprise, you a never was...If you lived in a bees nest
You still couldn't get a "buzz"/
Cuz you luv spittin that hard shit, u get plugged quik/
Only time u hard is when u sucking your pop's dick/
Trick bitch/I find you at CVS on any given day/
On aisle 7 holdin' down the title of "Bengay"/
You've rocked more cocks then there are bonds & stocks/
An dropped some much bullshit I had to pull up my socks/
Cuz I'm a one man army, this bitch nigga's gettin' doubled-teamed/
You couldn't spit a strait line if you was on a "balance bleam"/
Get ya mind right, get ya ryhmes tight, cuz u come across as a dummy/
I give ya a swift kick to the head and leave it more lopsided than "gumby's"/
C'mon son your shit cornier than erkul, your ryhmes are on constant rewind...
They just keep going in "crop circles"/
Fuck a afterword your name's afterthought, on camera you was caught...
Your ryhmes are not oriniginal but store bought/
This was just a taste, keep wit da pace, I see you like Michael Jackson...
now you gon' file a case, cuz I left tread marks where I moonwalked on ya face/
I mean its sad, cuz whatever you had my ryhmes just disfigured/
Its too bad, cuz you been forgotten before you could be remembered/


Hold that!!!!^^^^^^^^