you rhyme with no pasion.. punches with no action...
thats like the hulk with noting to smash-in....
i begin laughing... because ya rhyme so garbish...
they'll get throw right out the trash-bin...
im hot flames you's a has-been.. when you gonna stop the acting...
rapverse aint stupid... you just the stupid one rapping...
ya career like stiff back.. and am about to get it crack-in...
you'll feel so free... mixtapes i'll pay me for my written instead of me rapp'ing...
you rhyme basic... then claim greatness... i cant take this...
blades i'll give you faces-lift... then its a hospitol race quick...
but the ambulance never came cuz hey figuer it was a waste bitch...
cuz ransum never waste clips... like good movie editor...
you couldnt move me if you was my track compititor...
here another clue to beating me... it'll never happen cuz im better-then-ya...
you think you thug... i'll leave bullet wounds as tattos embeded-in-ya...
claim to fuck hoe's... but i can bet you have tranvestites in the bed-didnt-ya
crazy sick fuck.... said it was only head-wouldn't-ya?...
i rather have my balls cut off and bash.. cuz that^^ i couldnt-bra....
so sonny here a bright idea!... fall back like you slipp'in...
and leave rapverse cypher and get rid of all ya writtens...
cuz ya punches like exsotic pussy-cats... you have no balls you just showing us you'r kitten's... MOTHER FUCKER....