in the future try to take ya to make sure all ya keys get plugged in
cuz u rap'n all "off lines" like u not logged in
ur rhymes make sick and have me pause'n to applaud at all
them lines just dont fit like santa claus in the holacaust
my lines never fail, watch em ride like nipples to cold winds
ur raps harder to read than braille to a blind man with no hands
potty mouth u spit shit like u eat thru ya ass
prepare to get this loss assigned in ya record like im seat'n ya class
i cant believe u made flow so basic, i should erase u like No. 2's
I hate to come right out and say it but face it ur gonna lose


kinda weak i kno but look whut i wz work'n wit