hey didint even know about this...

I cast shadows like an eclipse,
fire out nails, that shut both ur lips,
like a street junkie im always equipped with fresh "tracks",
ur like a little herb couldnt make a "joint" outta 100 sacks,
ur mom always told u try again when u fell off ur bike,
but even ur dear old momma wouldnt let u touch a mic,
Im sweet as "candy" yet as evil as "kane",
i stick to the paved streets but u choose the "dirt lane",

Switch~

this aint the "gym" bitch its a "jungle", if u stumble ur certain to crumble,
i see u and kick u like a pigskin, with a big grin, i beat u "up right" and get a big win,
i treat u like an engin and "pist-in" ur block, in stock i got ur worst fear, a white man with a glock,//
if u so damn ghetto how u on the internet? to earn respect for rappin cuz in person ur a nervous wreck?//

Switch back~

Only "complex" ur rhymes got is "oedipus",
ur mom will probably chase after me when i beat-da-wuss,
I "crank" out rhymes like im a "juiced" up rapper,
u "slur" out bad lines like a "KKK" master,
im slippin up ur shirt like a "scorpian" with my "stunner",
if u want it done painlessly heres Dr. Kavorcians number,
dont worry im organized i already picked out ur plot,
that way ull stink more than ur rap when u begin to rot

*oedipus complex is bein too close to ur mom all ur life and the o is silent
"crank" and "juiced up" are slang for steroids

hit me back