hootie im sorry, but you blow fish/
if you attempt to clutch a mike ill cut off your wrists,
toss em back at ya just to throw fists/
grow kid, you burned me in 16 lines/
ive herd that repeated, 16 times/
if a girl had a deck of cards on her pussy you still couldnt poker (poke her)/
wuts that matta kid , your gaspin for breath like an exhausted smoker/
Big pac? that makes sense/
your in the big boys play area, yours is behind the fence/
Hootie? you must be an ugly motha fucka only comin out at night like owls/
you defense is not ur flows, its a towel, and
refusing to place it in the ring is a "shitty move" like bowels/
my "figure" resembles a "pencil" so ill use my "brain" to "earase you"/ and exstended stems to chase you/
refuse my request to battle ill "rip you apart" then "peice you back together" to "make you"
your lines are "young", you never "word play" so appologize to your rhymes/
the clock is a head of you, get with the times/
"left brain" used when writing your flows, there are "alright" ( all right)/
every girl is depressed upon observing your penis because its a small site/
bro, you couldnt maintain a decent flow if i ripped open your cranium and stapled the paper to your brain/
its like when your rhymin your swimmin in blood, its in vain (vein)/
so please retreat and go back to the basics/
i could grade your lyrics and write it sux, cut off your head, place it infront of you and you still couldnt face it/