Now u think u can beat this skill stocked Angel?
Get the Fuck out of here, youre still not 'able.
You act big as if youre one of hip hops aces
But i know youre small time like wrist watch faces
Act tough again, i'll be forced to dismount ya spinal
Closest u'll come to a record deal is gettin' a discount on vinyl
What i dish out is rhyme flow with a very fittin' punch,
U thought i was sellin swim wear the way i put kids in trunks
Just admit it punk theres no fightin back from my lightnin' blast
i liscence gats, u only bust lead when ya writing fast
Im strikin' cats have u needin' war aid fast bitch
Im packin more nines than fourth grade classes(kids in gr.4 are 9 years old)
I scorch gay rap kids, and get violent when an enemies wack
I'll take you through a table like semesters of chemistry class
Thats the penalty black for fuckin with this mantis tyrant
I'll crack ya chest open faster than an anxious pirate...
You aint hardcore, this gay homies fakin' the style
Battle me? You're a basket case like Yogi taken to trial
Ya facin a vile opponent, one of the meanest heads
Ur a horny male author, stick ya tail(tale) between ya legs!