i'm tired of waiting for you to check in....
i'mma drop right now, and cuz aint doing shyt...


(here we go-again)

65% of me


eck=lipse, prepare to be on crutches...
as i spit week 6 top 15 punches/

check-it

no need to holla-back, cuz im da cancer on da track..
15-hard hittin punches to ur skull, leavin' ur cranuim
cracked..i dare u to re-act/
and watch me rip u for ur pride, like goku did to vegeta..
picture bullets as liquid..i splash ur ass with a 2-liter..
commin in dis battle with no heater..already proved i
beat'cha..but u just cant get enuff of dem long hard bars
like OZ in-mate "Bleecher"/(Gay)
nicca gone need asprin when i finish rippin in him like
dis is da main-event..throwin blows to ur chest leaving'u oxygen-less..by da 10th bar, i wouldnt be surpise if da
mods have to end dis..for future problems, cuz my text
really prevent shyt/
u left CIA cuz i wuz gettin all da attention.. while i wuz mc rippin..u wuz gettin beat,hung and veteran style lynchin..nicca,we wuz eating da beef while u wuz cleaning da kitchen..now all of a sudden you dat nicca with dat hot
flow spittin/(yeah right)
and u wuz so anxious waiting for dub to be a free-agent..
thinkin.. i'mma help u on dem niccaz who be eck-lipse hating.. nawh dawg on dat kind of event, i cant be participating/
cuz real recongnize realness..but even thou u fake-ish
i got'u feelin it..and da funny thang about it, its u
who i'm rippin in/(damn)
leaving ur gutz 2-inches away from ur nutz..with ur
dick shoved up ur butt..dis nicca aint got shyt locked
so he must be a mutt/(get-it)
i leave'ya frame like a used tampax, all bloody..
and i mangle ur facial appearance all luvly..
ko images pops up, hhhhhmmmmmm, must be/
punches got ur melon swelling..da only way u
win is buddy votez e-mailing..my lyrical content got
u jailed-in/
so i expect a-no-show from my opponentakacontender..
da results: da coward wuz to pussifie to enter/
so i took my actions upon his click dat he be claiming..
my heavy-weight material got'cha crew strugglin and straining..da out come is murdah when i brang da pain-in
dat will leave'ya skin pale and ur flesh liquid draining/
my 350 mag, will squeeze ur head harder den a tight du-rag, u fag..so call rb investigators to put ur re-mains in a food-lion grocery bag/
ecks be da well-known prick..surrounded by cocks, more den elton john around dicks, making xxx gay flicks..i spit sick/
so take my flue as i leave ur skin iced-pale blue..
my vocab and disses is like jada kiss spittin somethin new..i leave'ya six=pack on ice as if ur chest wuz brew/
making ur body decay like dead missin people from society..
u probally da only 1 who cried off part 2 of da lion king...i just been crowned da top lyrcisist so bow-down and kiss da ring..or i'mma have to give'ya pain like a 1000 beez ready to sting/
so be like kiss and just knock ur self out..as i succeed to da next level waiting for rep to put me up against da HC title bout/

and i'm out