lyrically abusing MC's, i thought u heard i dont stop
my name rings bells like sunday at 12 o'clock
this is a straight rhyme battle, no personals or beef
red beam rips beats like hoe ripping these streets
suprised my dick aint silver, tha way im fucking these dymes
and u'd think i was a angry cokehead,tha way im "punching-these-lines"
i eat a pound of chicken, cause i love spittin greasy
and i think ur tha one hating cause u cant please me
but im straight, like indian hair, get it right
and u'd think my dick was a floppy disk, tha way u "saving- these-bytes"
i roll right, you roll left, or somewhere outta my sight
one hit, knocking out ya lights, nigga saying good night

aight..i guess...off da top...vote honest or dont vote, and if u dont understand something, dont vote....and remember i return all votes...