iight

yo listen
kid its a rhyme scheme you lack, and let me explain sadly//
they dont call me the comeback/cumback kid cuz i will gladly//
cum in your mommas ass and have you call me daddy//
your spellin is so bad u need to go join burt and earnie//
see before u juss start spitten you need to learn G//
that battling isnt just writting, its poetry in motion//
Ive got a notion, how bout i freestyle spit this track//
so hard it'll hit u like crack, and have u dead like a heart attack//
your beat, whipped, cooked, actually well done//
burnt u so bad, it look like you spent to much time under the sun//
when u said i wasnt on your level, i believe you//
add my verse, subtract yours and now im at a minus 2//
Im suprized! you took a mathamatics course! thats how u knew//
U call me out for a battle at high noon, like we was at a saloon//
got beat like i was road runner and u was wiley coyote cartoon//