cHECKIN IN... HERE IT GOES...

The game seems to be filled michael jacksons and titos//
When i think of jokas i think of mexicans dressed in speedos//
Too many cats thinkin they sick but how many stinkers-fell//
Everyday aint halloween but still you dress like tinkerbell//
This is the feature presentation but the movies is see through//
Yo rhymes be borin me to death like when you sit through previews//
See foo, you gone pay for what your boys got you into//
Its gonna end fatal i dont care what you been through//
You gone pay for what rapbattles got you into//
Dealin wit me will have you wit your head wrapped like a hindu//
THis cat responded to my battles and holla'd//
If you be doin this for cash, you should start dancin for dollas//
And when this battle is over cats is askin you where you been//
Cuz you'll be harder to find than remidial kids who can count to ten//
Lyrically villainous im in this battle strictly for a win//
The shit i spit will have jokas burnin in hell like its a sin//

Holla back, its on you... dont rip me too bad... Its all fot the love of hip hop