aight listen...
i'm flip my style a lil bit,
but fuck it......

you made your name hurricane?
you must be fuckin lame.....

my mental is sharpe, i'm piercin your brain
my rhmyes are heavy, you couldn't lift with a crane
i smell shit, is it you're rhyme's? nah, you got shit stains
let me start by informing you, that, yes i'm white.....
alright.....you choose to "Ignite" my impolite, tend to delite, known to excite,lyrical "Pipe"...here's some incite
i'm gonna show you how i recite,
and bring more drama then the guiding light
you know i'm tight, even your keyboard trembles in fright
you're career couldn't take flight
even if you changed your name to wilber wright
i wish this was a mic fight, i'd spit on you for spite
you clame to be nice, i won't play into that hype
you couldn't consume my rhymes if they were sprite
you think you're ready for the white "Night"?
heh......not quite
phew____
the only person peepin your shit is you dude....
i'm tryin to tell you, you're just do-do
i'm not tryin to hurt you're feelin's,
i don't mean to be rude
you ain't nothin man, not even shit on my shoe
i'm steppin up skill, tryin new punchs
i broke your legs with the mic, you're hoppin on crutches
you rhymes couldn't be fat if you ate five lunches
now you're computer's on fire, i'm burnin down your house
you claim to be spittin?, i think you're just foamin at the mouth