fuck chekin in i need sum sleep

supreme, you can try pinchin urself but u cant wake up from this dream,
i attract, my rhymes pull u in like a lyrical tractor beam,
youve already lost theres nothin ur weak flows can redeem,
im spittin so much fire my breathes like gasoline,
think ur so hot lookin in the mirror with tissues and vaseline,
ur rhymes so weak they disappear like boxer prince naseem,
ur shit couldnt gleam..not even if u polished it clean,
ur flows so old its startin to go gangrene,
all u wack mc's are more edidble than it may seem,
slice u up and eat u like a pizza hut grand pan 'supreme'