iiight bitch here i go

Lyrics off the top a my-dome, step over this foot high-gmome, Takin over "da vinchi"/
I'll Send this guy-"home" to "improve" his ryhme-form, then change his name to "Bob the stinkie"// (Bob fini)

I don't don't need to outspit the way-I "outsmart" this gay-guy, like computer "A.I."/
Then call me "Speilberg" as I "direct" your stray-minds to this fag getting thrown to the wayside//(Speilberg directed A.I.)

Your ryhmes lack potential to-win, Facin this "God", You don't know what you're doin/
Your odds are exponential, "True-sin" manifested , you can't see the trouble you-in//(True sin = Murder, murder is a sin)

killa is goin to grab a hold-of-your-spine, remove it, to leave a hole-in-your-mind/
Fill it with that smooth flowing-of-mine, then I'll be sure that you're Knowing-my-ryhmes//

You sit alone everynight without-a-date. You couldn't get "pussy" with a "cat" and a book on how-to-rape/
In this rap board community you're not "in" the "loop", So I can say you're "out of shape"//

I think I know what you're problem-is, I'm gonna take you're life and abolish-this/
My lyrics swallow you till I gotta-piss, and leave you falling down a pit that's bottomless//(my lyrics are endless)

"Da stinkie", your lyrics leave me "boRD", You gonna comeback with something stored/
Probably heard this before, but you couldn't win this "vote" if my name was "Al Gore"//

Did you think I would go easy on you, dumb-ass? Thought I might cut you some-slack?/
Nah, I'm gonna bend you into a "boomerang", throw you, and you still won't "comeback"//


I know the flow was a off, but I gave it my all to this fuckin idiot\
UUUUP in votes