Lyrical Clarity

Lyrical Clarity need to be smacked wit a lyrical tip/
You spit all that ish up into your script/
And most of those lines were even worth shit/
You actin like u can just rip me for fun/
But like foldin paper more than 15 times it cant be done/
I step on ya shitty rhymes like dog droppins/
Cutcha moms pussy up so u know i be choppin/
I'll come threw ya hood wit the 4 cromes moppin/
And clean ya clock boy better than the Enlish Girl Marry Poppins/
I aint scared when u run up cuz i know u be talkin/
Still runnin ya mouth even though the heat sparkin/
I stick feet in his mouth for runnin at da jaw talkin/
Before things jump up u know dis nigga be walkin/
He talks alotta talk better never do u see dis nigga walk/
He quick to back down leavin dust trials like chalk/
Nigga i burn blaze guns,while u toast glaze buns/
I blow more fire than a lighter wit sprayin raid son/
Only times ur rhymes smokin is when i put hot bullets in ya lung/
Then spit burned rhymes wit gun smoke on ya tounge/
So go ahead and try to roast and boast/
Cuz i'll leave more blood holes on ya, than u got dots on ya post