STRING IS IN THE BUILDING!!!!!!

yo..dog i'll spit fire at u, hopin u melt
only time u get luv is when u vote for yaself
prepare, n beware homie cuz the shooters there
wit them things to leave u slumped ova ya computer chair
i got a scope for aim, the tech scans
ya flow is "slackin".. and i aint talk about dress pants
my raps classics, catch em on yellow manuscripts
while urs is all fake like a televangelist
i take MC's out wit a few bold rips
ima RAP Bentley and u... u just a Hugo bitch(ooooh)
hand me the crown im the master of the flow
n my melodic multies will more than likely massacere this hoe
i cook mc's, man i shoulda cooked more
u wouldnt have the "balls" to see me in a sporting goods store
dis nigga give brain, n still look all lame
when i spit he "first down" like a foot ball game
i defecate, on w/e rhymes u try to elevate
if u rapped for ya moms' u still couldnt sell a tape
ya melon bake, when i spit u get heat stroke
ya girl kinda "shallow" but she good at the deep throat
u fake, most of ya raps is a pack of lies
if i gave Drastick a "measure" he wouldnt b half my size
what that implys, is that u betta keep 3 vests wit u
Drastick get ripped easier than a kleenex tissue
The tech leave u wet like a pond believe me
dis nigga mo "shook" than James Bond's Martini
Drastick, get ya ass kicked, u melt like plastic
when i spit that fire that turn ya raps to ash-es
im out for any rap medals, if its a trophy get it
ima rape thos wack rhymes, ...n say kobe did it HAAAAA