iight man g'l


ima sluaghter thiz fake and wack emcee,and be a hero to real rappers like me
while the lyrical villain trys to proceed wit hiz evil deeds,a ghost writer iz suttin u need
cuz wat im bout to unleash iz a killa instinct cuz itz suttin i please,
im alwayz spittin sick i guess i got a permant disease,
wit anger dat'll leave u bone broken,wit no words spoken,
i guesss i waz the wrong one provoken,
so little one step up to size,and realize,dat u suck and a neva be recognized,
.....and u think u could rap son,well diz my tests and u aint study 4 it so u aint gon pass diz one,
........u a funny dummy,im spittin sick leavin u sick to ya tummy,rippin bitches like u 4 fun gettin thiz money,
juss listin u dun want it like givin food to a kid dass not hungry