*Wakes Up*


O its u


Yo Yo

The only thing u rippin is anotha hole in ya boys asshole
Ya rhymes couldn't be hot if ya spit in a sauna wit hot red coles\
The only shit u be spittin, is ya shit u beat wit hand mittens\
Ya flow couldn't be mo nasty if it wus mixed wit boogas and hot chit-lins\
Ugh, dats wut i call disgust, but i mean, u da one who like to blow up shit fo lust\
My spit is infinit even Em-sees(MC) my ill shit, niggas plee
Gave him da name quick speed cuz he wus known to flee as a tendacy\
Anotha nigga dissed, anotha wanna-be on my done-wit list
I woldn't have da time wit dis bitch, if he was my left wrist\
My skills is so cold, when i spit, i give myself shivva-chills\
Ya shit came as hard, as a nigga wit no dick and viagra pills\
Sumbody must have lied, when they said u wus ill-matic
Mathmatic, you+rappin is a bad tatic\ Infact-it wus da worst mistake u eva made, U a virgin rappa, jus waitn to get laid\
U jus anotha groupy ass nigga, tryn to get by on some weak rhymin\ Lipton ass nigga coulda push-tea if he wus still grindin\

Im bout to bounce, but jus some word of advice\
Next time u buy some rhymes, check da price\


*Goes back to sleep, gotta bedda shit to do*