You that despe-arit, to show Quik spit, what it takes you in 5 but with me one hit…coz when I land it nigga that’s it//
You can have 100 new names 50- but ill rip every one of ur characters,
These rhymes turning pro whereas yours are still like an amateurs//
The ex Fubar whore became the Westside slut,
Sick of being called a bitch and takin cock in the butt//
What the fuck? My PC must be suffering a technical glitch,
You started your own crew; Quik Spit took over and made you his bitch//
L won the canabis battles, he became the man, don’t you understand? You’de suck as a emcee, ya aint even a good fan//
“50” percent of ur verse didn’t make “cents”, did it even dis coz I haven’t takin off-ents, u sure this weren’t a love poem 5hit ment 4 ya pa-rents//
Ill put my fist down ya mouth and rip out ya skeleton,
“5hit has been ripped” as the newsreader spits the special bulletin//
” That mother fucker shudnt of fucked with the lyrical master, rumours has it he crushed his bones, rolled him up and smoked him like a raster!”//
You aint known for your battles, theres only one reason ya famous,
That’s because homo intent (criminal int) and the ass shocker (Jas the shocker) spunk stained ya anus//
Don’t spit wack rhymes-you should stick to spittin sperm, go back to FUBAR where ya can take care of Jas’s worm//