Take you to school nigga.

...:::Master Blaster:::...


Chiropract your back, And leave you Behind, To kiss your Ass
Goodbye, Nigga, Relax your dome, Like chemicals for your naps
If Jokes could Clap, Herb... You would be a bitch Full Of Laughs
Do what ya told, Kill your mom to spirit form, To yell at your soul
And send you below, So Gay Demons can fuck the Hell out ya hole
The illest nigga, You're Toilet Bowl, I'll hit you with the Realest Shit
Unleashing an Army of Rapist, On this Veitnamese Village Chick
You're not intellectual, Perpetual Wackness, Is in your textual
Lines, Son, I wonder how many emcees actually has step to you
To fuck you up in So Many Ways... You're really a PolySexual?
Open your chest abreast of you, And watch those lungs collapse
As your Tongue would flap, Like High Tops, In Old School Raps
Ya pathetically weak, This is a "Face Off", But you'll never Be Me
With a see thru style Holier, Than the Beginning of every Week
But nigga, I'll Tranform you like blueprints of Optimus Prime
Popping your spine, Like your father "Bunny Hopping" your mom
Quickly dropping your rhyme, As if the shit was something Heated
To the point where you couldn't of at least, Make it look even
It's automatically, Assualt and battery, On this kids battle mockery
In all honesty, You're verse was so wack, It gave props to me
My punches are REAL, But your metaphors were subing for skill
And tell me, Who the hell told you that played "cum" line was ill?
This beating is slaughter, Leave you evenly leaking like borders
You're so important, I wrote this while I was feeding my daughter

And I'm Out.