You cant write, you lack verbal insight/
verses make as much sense as wearin sunglasses at night/
Iverson, idolizin an individual you could never compare too/
bitin titles of others strands you with a spare tooth and catz attemptin to embarass you/
harassin you with a pen clutched by a hand/
return to whatever you do this is new to you like pioneers explorin a new land/
if you tried to spit for currency it would take tha clothes off ya back/
left naked like a salad with out dressing stressin that you can still rap/
but you cant, you failed in that department/
many stories like apartments begin startin when i disrespect you authority like cartmen/
to approach my presence forces the blood rush so quickly it'll make your heartspin/
on target like marksmen makin my point like a paper im markin/
restart your lyrical program like computers and vacate my area like comuters/
accuse me of bitin rhymes but i dont, i chew em/
spit em back out and rearrange em so you can use em/