Hey yo...Hey yo...
A'ight Instegator...
U think u a real playa?
I be droppin bombs on ur head,
There's no point in battlin', ur already dead,
Instead of crushin that mic, shove it up ya ass,
'Cause u be rappin' with to high of class,
Don't fuck with me,
'Cause ur shit is lame as hell, ya see?
I'm gonna stomp ya to the ground,
Burn your ass down,
And then turn it around,
Who is the gay buddy that is packin' your ass brown?
A'ight! I'm not fuckin' finished yet,
Who's winnin this thing? ME! U wanna bet?
I'll be driven' a Viper, dikes be ridin in the passenger seat,
And you'll be livin in a box out in the street,
Man! Get some better ryhmes!
Don't think you'll end up on a page 'o the New York Times!
You sound like some white Obie Trice,
Me? I'm kickin ur ass around twice!
When ur worthy enough, holla back,
But only holla when ur shit is phat.
Peace out.



Well, thats mine. Don't tak shit seriously.