AIYYO, IMA START
SAME OL' RULEZ


acceptin dis battle kid, ya musta been delerious//
why you even try me kid, you cant compare da experience//
ya hole style is a joke, nigga be crazy to take it serious//
raprippa ya wack, and u facin a veteran//
u goin nowhere, like AL GORE participatin in tha 2000 ELECTION//
letheal injection, grab ya pen and make-a-correction//
i heard da problem from yoh bitch… go fake-an-erection//
This nigga's out of his league like da sledders in Cool Running//
What does BUTTMC mean? It means that yo azz is nething BUTT CUNNING//Your a lonesome nobody, yo crew straight pulled a David Copperfield//And gamblin with police the only way this fool could cop a deal//You couldn't be running shit if you changed your name to Diarrhea//You couldn't beat me or my music if our names were Ike and Tina//I mean it... I bust a tight verse to explode and burst your ass and spleen//he's so gay people recognize him by the scent and vasoline//u looked for a challenge now ur-in-luck//I'll liquify ya versez, and put em in a HURIN-cup//cuz i own you, u like my rhymin-slave//u betta think b4 u fall victom to nine-inch-bladez//all evidence iz collected, and ya whack rhymez relfected//that jus like we expected tha fag inside u is detected//
u made a mistake, spit and didnt protect-it//now we killed ya career and u cant resurect-it//callin ya self a lyricalogist, hit u wit lryical whipe-lash and make ya neck-brake//vist u tha next-day, and autograph ya neck-brace//but i give credit... but not to u, cuz wack kidz, like u alwayz get-it//a knife to ya throat, and steal tip so u can digest-it//
I TOSS MINE ROUGH,BUT I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO RAP TO WIN THIS FIRST/
I COULD JUST POST SOME SMILEYS AND THEY’D STILL BE BETTER THAN HIS VERSE//


HOLLA