Your styles is over the “border”, mine is plain broader//1
And you couldn’t flow, if you rhymes where a ocean or water//2
And only time you close to 50 cents, is having to quarters//3
And ill leave your chest flat, like a 4 year old daughter//4

IGHT, LETS GET SERIOUS

My style isn’t contagious, so when I attack, its no gone help you out, as you may say rub off//5
So don’t try to play this, because you not a thug, it will shrub off, with a wash cloth//6

Ill chop out your brains, and leave you head spinning like you “delirious”, but watching the movie, is only time you “fast & furious”//7

But after a year being missing, the d-a becomes like George, “curios”, but only time you getting chocolate in your mouth, is a dick or a heresy “kiss”//8

But when your boy get shot, and though his head, he start to bleed threw, you gone be like come on “boo” I need “you”//9

And your not gang banging, only time you dealing with flags, is the kind you pledge to, you image is like Windex, cause ill send tech, and have you ~see-through //10

Super Mc, nothing about you is super, unless you way you got all the queers, calling//11
The Master OF cock, picking up his rhymes, in a ~pooper~scopper~, and playing soccer, is the only way you kicking, and balling//12

And only time you dealing with heat, is the oven and “toast”, and don’t think you don’t just get love on kali, there is none, on the east “coast”//13

You’re, sitting back sad in the party, I’m like Hugh Heffner the “host”, and your record is 0-480, like you number of “post”//14

And your rhymes are annoying, and printed in the wrong place, like Double Homicide, and PIMP J3//15

You not a artist, unless you dealing with paint, and Massaging Cock, is the only way you and MC//16

You said you can’t die when you already dead, then what you deceased body still rotting for, you can get thrown in the shed//19

My rhymes, are creping up on you like the Feds, and your life is like basketball games, people keep putting money on your head//18

And, ill leave a blood stain on your sheet, if you laying in bed, and only reason he isn’t peeing in his pants, cause he got to read, and not hear with I said//19

And you puppy chow, a little dog, stick with bow wow, didn’t they say you had to be thirteen or older to get in this site, and you’re here HOW//20

I know that punch hurt, but in advance, I’m gone to say oww, and only way you ain’t afraid of the dark, is morosely you turn into a owl//21

And only time you dealing with 22’s is the line you reading, now//22

BREAK IT DOWN FOR HIM…

Now lyrical destuive, combustive…(23)
Drive bys in automotives, throwing out explosives..(24)
Dynamite, and bombs, like the two cats on the 9/11 plane..(25)
And you rhymes are leftover, garbage despoil down the drain..(26)

Now come with your head, you end up with no fire, like a used LIGHTER(27)
And you can grip ya pen as hard as you want, you rhymes still won’t get no TIGHTER(28)

And leave you just dodged, like the new VIPER (29)
You can drink hypnotic, all night, and you rhymes, still won’t get no HYPER (30)