Aight...Check Dis...

Yo..Yo..Fucking Bitch..3......2.....1

Why The Fuck You Stressing My Shit, Quit Riding My Dick,
Quit Holding My Mouth, Why You Holding All My Spits?/
You Wish You Had Re$tricted's Intellect and Skills,
I Erect Chills, My Words Will Sevren and Lyrically Kill/
Aisles' The Type Of Guy That Likes To Bone Kids,
This Ain't Murder It's Straight Suicide.. You Chose It/
I Know You Remember Me, R-Rated..Rb.Coms' Orginal King, Lyrical Swings, Merked You Back In The Day, Dont Deny A Thing/
You Couldn't Match My Skills, Let Alone, My Merks and Kills,
You Say You Spit Hot? Stop! Give Me The Mic, Let Me Feel../
Ice Cold, Tight Spit, No!, Gettin Merked Like Gambino,
Forseen Yo, Outcome Of This Battle? Your Gonna Lose Hoe!/
Run Back To The Old RB, Where They Spit Half-Heartedly,
You'll Say "OMG Re$tricteds Sick, My Skill Close To His? Hardly"/
Re$tricted Dropping More Dope Lines Than A Clumsey Coke Head, I Got Pen-Skillz Strong Enough To Break Ya Skull, With Just My Lead/
To Beat Me, Odds Are Slimer Than Anorexics On Dexatrim,
Relapse Your Every Whim, When I Snap Your Neck and Limbs!/
Lyrically Chopped Dis Bitch Up, Call Me LeatherFace, Eat'N You Alive, Have Cprogress Pming The Mods Saying "We Need A Clean Up On Aisle Phive!!"/

Yea...Motherfucker Ain't Ready...Haha...

~R~