check it....

sic-ness is what i spit off the top of my head
dick-less fag throws a fit every time he gets sad//

wicked-ness goes through my head everytime i battle
might as well ride my saddle cuz ya a redneck raising cattle//

my theory is you aint a 'has been' you a 'never will'
my rhymes are violently hot, something you will never feel//

i spit strait to the heart of my wack opponent
your rhymes, you couldnt hold so you'll never own it//

meaning-less rhymes is what you spit,out of the ordinary shit
you know, kinda like my and ya mom, i havent even 'cum hard' so sit//


OuT