igh take this ma fucka...........

HaHaHa... 'Mr. Spit' cause he finnally got off my nuts and his knees//
dawg ya rhymes are basic, for gods sake bitch stay off tha 'mike' cause you be layin dead like half tha kennedy's//
but anyways..let me begin by mentionin that i ain't even attemptin to fight//
if i was...i'd a did da homework to really shit on ya rhymes//
but i'm a do it different this time, shed some light on ya life, like how this fucker luv to suck cock//
he's the type of fool arrivin at school wit a thermos of cum in his lunch-box//
this cock'll probably gobble up balls like "Hungry, Hungry Hippos"//
knowin the closest he been to straight, sex, is suckin his mother's nipples//
while i'm out fuckin and eatin more pussy than Alf do, you up in the bathroom//
wackin ya thing to magazines of faggots in drag suits//
before i snap you, go have you a conversation wit God//
and pray that i don't slay ya wit word, play, that Milton Bradley couldn't contain in a box//
while every single phrase or statement, you say or make is an adage fucker//
cliche, played and out-of-date like the A's wit the Bash Brothers//

i can see the pussy in ya like panties and cameltoes, and now that it's time for votes//
you're gonna resemble ya avatar, face shredded and mouth gapin wit my fist bein shoved down in ya throat//