argh fuckin people IMin me, sorry for tha wait, this is all I'ma be able to get for ya though. You's probably win.


Yo yo yo, aight, I rip M.C's like you daily without breakin a sweat, I'ma rape you 'n you can take dat as a threat./
You's my bitch-my brand new pet, I'ma win this like I'd win a bet./
You so fake you got yer own ghost writer, you can't win a battle cuz you aint even a fighter./
Lighten this bitch on fire, wit my black 'n blue lighter, my lines aimed at you like my sniper./
You can't rap cuz I've rip yer vocal cords out, don't matter you couldn't rhyme anyway so go ahead 'n cry n' pout./
You'd have better luck beatin me by rappin about trout, yer rhymes are so off course you need to find a new route./