i got a mental block right now... so im probably gonna switch up styles in this one... it's probably gonna be whack... but i can take a loss... shit 5-0 i need a loss...


imma school ya cousin call me a teacher//
imma be Frank wit ya like kirk but don't call me a preacher//
my toaster will heat ya while im calling ya crispy//
man we could be in a monagatrois but you ain't fucking wit me//
your not on my level u might as well just stop rappin//
ya style so played out you like "rerun" from what's happinin//
man you spit alot of shit but ya flow is all talk//
you the type of fag that goes to a dike bar looking for all cock//
verbally infamous my rhymes roll mobb deep//
im kinda like bad bed time stories i tend to rob sleep//
so don't close ya eyes im quick to get them open//
dawg ya career is over like the cincinatti bengals coachin//
man you recycle ya lines like you was saving the verse//
ya spit garbage man shut up and start saving the earth//
dawg you couldn't be nice if you was related to gump//
you a fagget bitch the sight of pussy gives you the runs//
ya skidmarks is showing through ya layers of jeans//
dawg metephorically speaking i'll be eminem you'll be benzino a tight verse remains to be seen//
my lips is like venemous snakes they are infecting ya mental//
the poison spreads within ya brain like the words from a pencil// the lack of intensity squared by ya whackness of lyrics//
im like the two weeks before an HIV test im demeanor is serious