aight here i go
bitch tha only time you verbally ''violent'' is when you steal ryhmez\\
kidnap verses and turn em into your own gay linez\\
give me a "thrilla" bitch please, im a hazard to hummanity like a viral disease\\
this bitch is cuttin n pastin like he is Micheal Jackson's plastic surgeon\\
you a doctor without a phd like Julius Earvin'\\
aka doctor J your verbal's flow burns out eyes like pepper spray\\
i lay down cold hearted killaz like everyday, i'll sevre your bitch-ass like soup of tha day\\
you spit ''crooked lines'' every flow you ryhmez is colorful like a rainbow\\
tha thing about a verb is its something you do, not like tha fantasy life you pretend is true\\
just me bk could take your whole fake-ass crew, crushin' trash like you is all in a days work\\
so who tha fuck you gon murk\\
wen you spit your flow you wuz blowin dope, this nigga ringz bells wen he drops tha soap, bitch\\