im a addict to spittin, fur dis i cant stop
who this FELLA in my grill, who think he can ROC?
listen, im way to hot, n you couldn't rhyme if i provided the syllables
im the doc and your lyric-prescription iz xpired n unfillable

I got mad PUNCHes, you might think I was Hawaiian,
im lyin', i couldn't resist sayin some wack shit, im tired of tryin'
And you can chill, your secrets safe with me,
Clintons intern isn't the only femcee who sucks on trees

yuse a mental emcee, who buy rimes from Lyrics-R-Us
i guess that's why yur bars are crippled, n u ride the short yellow bus
yung tigger, step to me lame, n the Wiz of Oz won't b able to explain
why this heartless nicca singin' "If I only had brain"--- ha ha ha

DaLyRicalVillian is the lyric clepto puerto-rican
my lyrics are heat seekin,' from the fire of my vocab peppers you eatin'
I'm silly, but really, did the villian think he could win this battle
you'd have a better chance getting a prize from a box of fiddle-faddle.