ight... no contest


tryin to brawl, with your baby girl by your side//
after my spit, both of you runnin to hide//
sure... i can just use words that rhyme too//
moo, poo, new, foo, and doodeedoo//
but whats the point.. if it dont mean nuttin//
just to fill up space? just to write somthing?//

man, how the fuck can you have a daughter//\
what bitch would give it up too you//
your balls are perma-blue//
just to get em to tha normal color, you gotta stick em under hot water//\

my tag isnt some dirty ass piss, it aint even your weak ass hiss//
my tag consists of your blood-splatered, your bones-shattered//
my blade makes you another casualty//
I CHOPED YOUR HEAD OFF, as Mortal Kombat says "FATALITY"//

im the mother fucker who gives you goosebumps//\\
back to school? yea to take your milk money//
back to school? yea to fuck your daughter, take her honey//
you cant handle digesting my lyrical content, gotta get your stomic pumped//\\