Ay yo
I spit fresh flows, felt from ya ears to ya toes/
I spit this shit to my foes, throwing ‘bos, then rocking wit there hoes/
And all these rookies, are just cookies/ to me/
Crunching them up and eating them/ like ‘Pee Wee’/
~Hermen/ im sending bullets right to your sternum/
If you don’t know how my raps go by now/ you betta learn-em
Your disses, I turn-em/ right back at you/
Having blood coming out your ass, like your skipping-to-your-loo
You cant rap, your doing duets with Britney/
If I see you, ill fuck you up/ and pull a Booby and Whitney/
~So-hit-me/.... up with your whack rhymes and shitty flows/
I hit it up, send it up, and tear it, cuz your-shit-blows/
Your blood/ flows-out-your-nose/ like when you laugh while eating Cheerios/
Ill hit you and your crew/ like your coming into the game ‘new’/
No experience/ no passion/
Your rapping for your bills/ your just trying to get-the-cash-in/
Im flashing,.... the audience/ like a streaker at a football game/
Your material is lame/ as-a-dame, with no-name, sucking dick in movies for fame/
Im far-from the end of my game/ im sad its not-the-same/
~For you/ who me/ no you/ your washed up/
Like a dirty old pup/ in this rap game you’re a hag
Fuck with me and ill have you shitting out your waist/ in a bag
Ill stop you from spitting/ like computer lag/
~KNOCK-KNOCK~/ you better run now/ im at your door with a mag/
HOLLA AT CHA FUCKING BOI