Yo im here to beat cats and put the Dog out/ This home-made gangsta' about to stop foamin and begin to spit the blood out/ couse Chi-wa-was wit no bark get hit with Mexican drop kicks/ I'll borito your ass with a newspaper for trying to learn new tricks/ and I've seen you spit, Dog aint about shit/ Im still wipin' the blood off his computer screen from the last time he got his ass whipped/ so I dont even have to spit, and everybody at your cubical from which your battlin from'll applaud me/ Im a pediatricion type nigga, feedin you lyrical supository/ I'll have you jumpin loops in hoops of burnin tires/ then take U for a walk, wait till u pee, and set your stream on fire/
Im a newbie, but I've been spittin since your mom could remember me/ back befor we had u and I slaped her for almost namin something so ugly after me/ U should be out makin RNB albums with that little nigga Cassedy/ from now on, everywere u go, u ask for me/ my style is blasphomy, lyrical catastrophy, with complex compositions like Motzarts Hungarian Rapsody/ but you knockout by my punchlines, 5 mins redtime, I'll have you makin Head-Lines/ U can't Merk the god of Murcury, I was born from ash/ My nutt on your girls chest is more entertain' then a soccer team in a plane crash/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..