you a local-ist.......... so imma blaze my nine at yo whole crew mans
cuz combined yo couldnt hit punch-lines if yo caught k-o’s at lemon-aid stands
so lower yo own possibility of a win when taste-less lines exit bitter lips
touch my flows? nah nigga........ not even if i pissed on yo finger tips
this my home now yall as welcome as Manson was with Roman Pilanski’s wife
i got it out for yo, like black people do for MJ since hes tryin to pass fo white
but i dont know why im wasting time on you, you couldn't put up half a fight
dollar bills could have King Arthur on em, you wouldn't be worth half a (k)night
yo whole family’s probably trash, and i ain’t even tryin to be mean
but fuck a win….... cuz shit is the only streak in yo genes(jeans)
cant stay up on beat...... always outta breath like asthmatics
this nigga always gettin laid down, time to call yo a Craftmatic
any personals you write......... are your own lies misplaced
if CSI checks yo verses for talent....... they won't find a trace
dawg, whenever you spit........ and i have hunches you know
that like payed off boxers.......... you sacrifice punches for flow