you better watch it holmes, wont roc the mic...i'll 'rock' ya dome...
send body shots 'til i pop ya bones, and wont stop for moans...
and wont stop 'til the cops ge phoned...
even when they come i'll cock the chrone...
I'm in the 'pop-sh!t' zone...
on ya porch...hit you on ya celly like..."you better skip-town, do NOT come home"....
f*ck you!....X-p~m...get laid deep fast...
6-feet with your weak styles and fugaizee raps....
and if the punches aint hurt...i'll let the bullets in this thang squirt...
before you holla 'One'...n!gga learn to spell YOUR name first...
i'm committed to the game jerk, but i'll let the aim flirt...
i'm tryna see ya spine collapse and ya brain burst...
i'm talkin..... more than dirty jeans and a stained shirt...
you'll be in pain worse, it's a shame this lame sensative bastard couldn't sustain birth....
i'm One...so in plain words, you better hope a plane works...
death is the only way out....so you bout to leave plain earth!...
i give you zero for every sentence percentage...i end sh!t...
and win this...cuz you whack with no punchlines just all pinches...

its comming back to me slowly but surely!