aite computer is workin now...internet went bissurrk last nite
~spittin blindly~
how da fucc u gon hand me a defeat, da's something i would like to see//
halloween is over nigga u cant pretendin to b an emcee//
i cross sea to shining sea put ya ass back in its place//
put ya mug on the concrete, how's that for a poke-er face//
my flows cooler than winnepeg so niggaz get chills wen i spit//
caz my flows more N'SYNC than that guy who exposed the youngest jacksons tits//
wit no hesitation i'll bury ya 72 inches SWIFT like stromile//
in ya prom suit, just to give the ground some style//
push up daisies baby, run from this ~MIC-Murderer~ im on the loose//
if ya bars was seeds, lemee bury them to see if they make fruit//
lemme show u how a boss rhyme//
i'll mop the floor wit yo ass like yo tighy ~whitys~ was drenched in turpentine//
im up to eleven winz an countin//
u make 12 caz u wont be saved from my wrath if u was speakin in tongues an shoutin//
im done murkin u, im through w/ this freestyle wanna~b~//
caz like dizzy rascal he's just anotha shitty brittish mc//