bitch i didnt challenge you,ya stepped to the crop and the cream//
get that ass stomped out like kane did dat boi now what Ameen//
put my mic to your heart like a stethascope//
my lyrical indimidation have you breathin like john q's son like he doin the breath stroke//
ya came to this challenge son totally un prepared//
thoughy you was well aware my blazin ryhmes have bones naked and bare//
i move niccah losely,opponnents im non chosee,im hot like a lava jacusie//
seein ya post give me more laughs then white folk watchin i love lucy//
my bars will lite ya up like time square at new years//
serve you shot after shot like a seasonal finale of cheers//
fuck it ima stay on the sitcoms and drop bombs through my text//
your a virgin kidd you all city and no sex// (sex in the city)
this is fear factor youngin your greatest test//
you have to suckyour mom dick while feelin on your pops brest//
or just give it up like usher and say i cant win and confess//

it was ight ive seen better from me...vote it up

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