Aight playa

Call me Master P, cause my rhymes have “No limit”, Im battling a dude named “lights Out”, a wanna be gimmic.
When it comes to flowing, I’m the meanest, make you cry like a vice grip was clamped to your penis.
How you gonna battle me, when you know im illa, that’s like putting a Poodle to battle Godzilla.
When it comes to flows, you know im harder, If skills were dicks, you would need a penis enlarger
I never really told anyone, but son im your father, I sank my ship in your mom’s ocean, like the Jap’s did in Pearle Harbor
Like “Sugar free Orbit Gum”, your rhymes are “Tasteless”, Fuck your premature rhymes like the rap rapist.
When I get 3 votes you know the fights out, call me “Power shortage" the way I knock your “lights out”
My rhymes must be the Great Walls of China, they way they protect, I beat you “down the center” like you was using “1-800-COLLECT”
You spit words in my direction, but YOU MISSED ME. Your rhymes are so childish, I think you rap for Disney
I will lyrically chop your head off, and put I somewhere that you “wont find”, so you can go home and tell your mom that you “Lost your mind”
I saw you on the streets and an old lady stole your purse, you scared to spit a verse, so you ask me to go first.
I haven't seen you flow, but i can bet that you couldn't beat a pile of crap, you claim that you ill, and you dont even know that "Spit" means "to rap"