Like Shane Corson im givin u an Anxiety Problem
messin up ur rhymes or whatever u call them.
when the shit exceeds , its fucked up and makes u bleed
ur runnin out of rhymes ur fallin, ur alica keys.
im runnin circles around you and ur about to get lapped
ur the equivalent of what would happen if Saddam Hussein Rapped.
Honkey, u cant even try to top me
Stop ME!! Not even if u teamed up wit Jesus on Donkeys.
cuz the shit u drop u belong in American Bandstand
Murder you doin handstands, rappers like you i jus cant stand.
take a trip back to the sub-burbs
where parsely is whats considered to smoke herb.