ok. ha ha ha. its on like Kurk and Spawk son.
I ripped U dawg, so why is U still comin back?
U know U gotta be atleast this tall
for me to whoop your raggety ass/
I battle niggaz in the dark like we swingin sharpees/
this nigga wanna ride, but he cant even find his car keys/
I supprise U quick, like Ur brothers 3rd nipple/
the only way Ur album launches, is if I shoot it wit a missle/
2wins 3losses huh, hold on let me get U another tissue/
this aint a battle if the other persons wak, so dawg forget it cuz U gots issuese/
and it aint my fault my lines is stretched like crackheads sniffin tables/
Samson?, I dont know about U but I got digital cable/