aight..check it

look kid ur wack, ur not a man, ur a bitch
u dont wear boxers, cause u aint got the balls to make em fit
dont be ridiculous, ur nuthin but a un-welcomed guest
even if u sneezed in church, u still wouldnt be blessed
im too hardcore for this, lyrical don? thats a fib
since u cant spit, u drool and get it all over yo bib
call ur-self jungle, but ur nuthin but a garden to me
i flash quick like cameras, im who u tryin to be
RED light means stop, its dangerous if u keep goin
even if u was a steam i dont think you'll still be flowin
i'll make u throw up when i hit u in yo big ass gullet (stomach)
i'll name u JOE, put u in the DIRT, then disconnect yo MULLET
(head)
disagree with me, im devoted to spitting these bars
collect u like a bug, ur another win in my jar