Ok.. I seen a punchline that was aight... but your word play ain't/
Talk shit and get cut into peices like a birthday cake/
You don't make street sweepers, you'll hurt they tapes, i'll pump the pump up/
This is the frontlines, these bitch MCs get cut in front of/ haha
You still chillen in the hood, while we drive on/
Smash ya head into the wall like the smiley icon/
Always spray, so wherever I been you see chalk/
My bars will murder you, so its better I win by default/
You ain't on my level, flow is better, you been this weak dawg?/
When I spray at ya legs, ya chest tense up but ya feet they c-walk/
When they hear me bark, they see sparks, consider me more/
Cuz ya'll is an important as summertime to a winter resort/haha

B-Hound