iight
i guess your talkin shit, damn yo breath is stinkin...
ill leave you headless, middle of the street leakin...
damn your verse, is sloppy and fake...
your shit aint writin, its copy and paste...
my verse is hot, 360 degrees...
i am clever, nobody as clever as me...
look at yo name, your mom shouldn't have named you...
you couldnt be at my level, if we was in the same room...
so when i win, ill be rubbin it in...
the only thing you win, WACKEST MC OF THE YEAR...
i write my rhymes with explination marks, now listen to what you hear...
your just a wacky man, from pakistan...
no way you could win this battle, maybe if your name was jakie chan...
you are impossible, like fat kids and back flips...
after all this, ILL BE BIGGER THAN JAY-Z's LIPS...
your talkin to girls, in a gay affection...
your so poor, can't afford to pay attention....
badda bing playa
uppin the votes
