iight
here we go
Yaz wanna battle notorious, well he about to get played...
im gunna leave you missin, like michael jordans fame...
you need to check your game, cuz your flow is breakin rythym...
ima leave you with blood clots, like you gotta gang of Jamacian women...
you try to come hard, when you really just a sap...
why the fuck is you here, you cant even rap...
i got you pissin your pants, when i draw from the holster...
if this was the NBA, you'd probably be a poster...
you gettin turned to ashes, handen your mom the dust...
your rap name, sound like you just jumped off the handi bus...
the only times you wear gloves, is in the winter, so i know you dont box...
im gunna have you losin control of your limbs, like Michael J. Fox...
there uppin this shit