...:::Warmin' up:::....
You couldn't spit if you was a redneck and lived on a farm//
Raised by horses and ate grits and beans and slept in a barn//
I can switch it up at any given moment you ain't versatile//
My rhymes are so fuckin' sick they gonna dial 1-800-nurse-a-style//
When i spit i need to be put in a rehab center for tha sick//
You have no talent you couldn't get "licked" if u was a dick//
Tha only thing you doin' is "actin' a fool" like fuckin' luda//
Man you couldn't win this shit if you rubbed tha belly of tha great budda//
Like a 3rd degree I'll burn thru u as if u were weed//
You gettin' "smoked" quicker than paper rolled up wit trees//
You know me i'm about to "Remix" your unrully style//
You ain't got a chance you's in muthafuckin' denial//

.......::::::FINISHER::::::.........

Complexity is tha heart of creativity which explains my electricity//
Exquisitly winnin' this explicitly damn you must be shittin'-me//
You say you could sit on this easily well u couldn't sit on shit if you shit in your pants//
You actually thought u had a chance all u have to do is glance and realized u just got lanced//
Lyrically blessed i'm lyrically tha best and now to show u that you less all cuz u guessed//
Thought cuz i was new it would be easy but u failed tha test now you digged your own grave like tha rest...NEXT//


word homie