heres my drop

when i'm on the mic you can't speak it's like your toungue-less/
when i'm done you can't breathe it's like your lung-less/

it's like you done dissed me and this is my revenge/
i'll write a verse in ya blood like using red pens/

i don't fear cats, especially queer cats/
if you drop a cd i'll by ten to use as beer mats/

you've beat me once before, but now i'm coming harder/
smarter like Hans Blix i'm gonna disarm ya/
(Hans Blix - UN weapons inspector)

Get the fuck out my throne, clone, the kings home/
you sound ancient like a freestylin' Fred Flintstone/

you can't see me like i'm behind tinted windows/
i'm gonna play you like hoes on Nintendos/

half way through ya verse dudes are like "you bored yet?"/
while my rhymes shine like a 99' Corvette/

you expect to test me with that immature dialect/
your skills are sparse like Iraqi made fighter jets/

holla back, get voting ya'll