aight yo

yo he clames to be poison well im the anti virus//
more than the lethol injection i think ur rhymes need the silence//
u claim ur rhymes are sick well im the doc//
i think its time for ur so called sickness to end and stop//
when i come with the mystic style ur knees weakin and u start to drop//
make him choke like em did to poppa doc//
its the end of his time but he aint know how to tell time on a clock//
take a note and pen read my rhyme take advice on how to plot//
man and bitch ur the one legged hoe who stoled my rhyme and got caught//
just to get a piece of mind go back to nursery school learn how to rhyme//
than maybe u could come wit some plagiarized lines//