Boston vs the bronx hollah at me

dis boy a gay stippa n da bronx thats why he boogie downs//
a pussy rapper sniffed out by real mc bood hounds//
he slips himself a date rape pill and jacks off//
so when he wake up in the mourn he dont remeber he wacked off//
even if your ryhmes had a power button the wouldnt work//
you smell like couchie wit no panties, in a sauna underneath a skirt//
Even if you lived on the equator you wouldn’t be hot//
I tear apart brick city and make it a bus stop//
Boston vs the bronx watch me paint it green//
Have all its occupants including you lookin like a steven king scene//
Your fans fall asleep to your demo so your cd comes wit caffine//
Lyriacl sporadic shots to your temple explode your mind//
Your like the pacific coast time zone your always behind//
I finish you with a ryhme death blow to your vocals flood your lungs//
You’re a virgin to a win like sex to nuns//


Holl at cha boi