aighty'ho lets go.....

Stank is the epitome of 'faggot'...he's left wit 'F'eelings of 'A'nxiety...'G'raspin 'G'uns 'O'nly 'T'aunting my vengence...// 1
I didn't feel right dissin this faggot for no reason...my gangsta instincts told me to herb up so I blunted my lethal 'tensions'// 2
I like to Knock out Personals, so Hide-ya-Image,da truth gets in ya Head so Bad you’d forget ya Mind-was-in-It// 3
ya Prime-is-Finished, Against me… tha only way you’ll See da Upper Hand is if you were Timin’-Minutes//4
I’ve heard ya Timid-Speach, ya just not ‘Touchin Much’, Sorta-like-a-‘Midgetz-Reach’…// 5
Credits to my Name is ya only Missin’-Link, Surround yaself with Indians to ‘Sun Dance’ if you wanna ‘Bring-da-Heat//6
Crazy flow-delivery, dont need Kathy Bates films to show-u-Misery, without a wack-emcee translator I dont even know-ur-dissin-me//7
Quit makin un-necessary fool yourself..,im-Spectacular, and you're far from my Hardest-of-Challengers// 8
Beat'in wit style,no admittance jus denial could'nt defeat 'Truth' if ya were 'Lion',
gettin 'ya-ass-kicked' extinct you like 'jur-as-sic' wit ya bones cry'in..//9 & 10

vote honestly......