OK here i go

Droppin incredible blows that shred-your-bull shit flows
So ferocious that they wreck your atrocious rhymes that you call dope
Your rhymes dirty, wasn't you learning when mama told you to wash with soap?
I don't think so, you know that when i drop you don't want any mo'
My rhymes make you have bad times and bring yo' shit down to da flo'
My rhymes so confusing to solve them you'd have to be Indiana Joans
Your rhymes tiny and mine are shiney as if they was chrome
I control you and tell you what to do like you was my ho
You aint my friend or associate, i'll tell you again you are my fo
You couldn't beat me even if you was Bone singin Take Me Home

aight....peace homie and good luck

__________________
Soundclick