Yo this wordy ass gangster tryin to be a rap star// But this nigga is dumb...he still put numbers by his bars// Lyrical gon come at Unknown like he sweet// Pussy fuck around and ya face will be on ya lil' brother's milk carton at tha end of the week// I gotta give it to ya they call you a bomb because of ya flow//... Dog don't get excited... tha bomb like a bad comedian at a bad ass show// It's good they rewarded you for your flow// but you aint blaze this unknown nigga you probably blazed a ho// You talk about my moms but that same skit is done// Ya girl... that nasty bitch.. is the truest freak son// instead of drinking water for thirst// she drains my Limp Bisquit like I'm fuckin Fred Durst// I'm a classy nigga that's why ya moms not in my rhyme// That bullshit would never be worth my time.. If this flow was Titanic I'll be drowning ya ass// Me winning is clear as a diamond dog look through the glass// Talkin bout I'm light as a feather, but you aint got the might// battlin me is like Roy Jones moving up to a Tyson Fight// Man you need to grow up son, or join IMX// at least that way being a fag can get you a check// Ya rhymes sing more than Ja Rule and you want to get respect// I thought I was a classy nigga and I was not going to talk about ya chick// But ... I love ha spit, especially when she be suckin my d----//



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