Even if I eat OATS I won’t be filled by this appetizer
The real entrée is the vets, you’re just the free water
My potential will make you tremble, more than a natural disasta
You’re more L.......inked to L’s, than terrorist are to Al Qaeda
I spit FIRE at HOSE (HOES)yo, so just try and put me out
The only hotness you spit, is when OATmeal is comin out ya mouth
This kid spit so sick Canada dubbed him MC Toronto
but he got tired of that name, so he just transferred SARS to Ontario
You couldn’t test me if I was an experimental tube baby
Your rhymes aren’t worth EXAMINING, while I’m the SAT
Let me tell you what probability you have, of being an emcee
About as much as Lisa Lopez using her “Left Eye” to see the deceased