kick it strictly freestyle cus thas all i spit...............................
tha only way u spit funky is if u swallowed sum shit..............
i take tha battle and split............................................. .....
leavin a mile long line of destruction..................................
scattered emcees get left layin with ther pad & pen son........
fake textcees aint knowin what this shits about...................
steppin ta IRP ill spray ya face with dick grout....................
and tha same goes for all u wack bitches that spit written....
ull get lyrically smitten..................so i can teach u tha rules ta spittin....................
Bitch!.............now and forever u gonna remember my name........ and recognize me as tha emcee that wrecked yo brain.............i kick it simple and plain..............no need for extential vocab..................u couldnt even beat me if ur rhyme was a prefab................if we was in ancient china ud be drivin my pedcab...............if i gave tha paper a ink dab........my rhymes would write themselves...............if i dropped a fuckin album it'd be on tha top of tha shelves....
u couldnt "bake" nuthin nice if u teamed wit tha keebler elves......ive been ramblin on so its time for me ta end this.......IRP kickin nuthin but rhymes tremendous.........

Peace.