Aight look....

Callin no show with no notice, can tell you a novice/
Stallin til the third time I slapped this bitch and you know this/
Thunderous Inc, just ridin Ja and Irv's dick/
Thats why ya'll biters quick to holla cheater after the opponent the polls pick/
See I'll Murder you with Ink, both you and wannabe Em Grim/
Cause I'm the one thats grimey, your chance to win this is tiny, chance of surviving: SLIM/
See your crews causeing problems and I'm about to solve em/
Lyrical game of Russian Roullete, I'm the revolver offin herbs till its all of em/
Your punches are too much like shadow boxin/
You swing and swing but connect with nothin/
See my flows indispensable, your's be reprehensable/
Hand you a dictionary so you understand each little sylabble/
Chrit's got an idea add a new member to ya crew/
Initiate Al Gore bitchin bout votes as much as you do/
Sorry man but this aint Florida so their will be no scandal/
Flow's only understood on 4 mic's way too much for you to handle/

***finish time***
Another day, another dollar, another verse, put in work
Another battle, another KO, another herb, another merk


BEEF OVER>>> ENTER THE GRAVEYARD SON