your just a spic-of-dust. oh your not? then nigga-bust!
you can pick a tombstone next to blunt m c and kid icarus
Five One two, get undoed for not sharin-the-wealth
i would beat your ass like your parent, but im not wearin-a-belt

this is the best-on-the-board and its betta-than-yours
armed wit 16 bars, verses, words and ill metaphors that scorch
my divine lines come from a complete psychos-mind
read them too long and you might-go-blind yours are recycled-rhymes

i got a question for you, but you dont even Have-answers
a black-panther commin harder than jose chased by jack-daniels
you commin softer than teddy-bears and limp-dicks
in need of pedicare before and after your ink-drips

five twelve you couldnt kill me if i did it myself
Youd have to write your shit on bullets to get your rhymes-felt
blast-a-path towards G-town finest for not loggin-in-more
catch-a-laugh as i Snatch-your-ass like a rebound right-offa-this-board