it's time to bring on the fightin//
it's alright for you pussy's to be frightend//
flex last time we battled, you didn't spit a flow//
well you did, but you were a little late for the fuckin show//
you say you got locked up, but i think you lie//
mommy told you to goto your room, and you begin to cry//
flex your just a waste of a lyrical miracle//
the rhymes you spit a histerical//
i'll shoot you with me 9 millimeter//
send ya backwards like a totter teater//
LikeWise your one of those kids i dispise//
there's some bad words in this spit, better cover your eyes//
i know you got somethin to say, so go ahead and say it//
before you do, remove your mouth from your moms clit
i don't wanna hear you gay ass lyrics blah blah blah//
go get a sheep, so i can hear something good bah bah bah//
your probly ain't even gonna spit, to busy fudge packin//
you ain't got no rappin skills man, that's the area your lackin//
that's all i'm gonna say to you fuckin queers//
don't bother spittin, just get the fuck outta here//