Aight yo yo yo

This guy's slow at rhyming, yet his name is 'Quik Spit'//
Fuck this, man, I'll slice him wit the knife i cut off his 'DICK WIT'//
This guys uses the beats, from 'Fruity Loops for his songs'//
I'll be exploding on his tracks, like Iraq's 'nuclear bombs'//
I don't give a fuck, I'll hi-jack motherfuckers 'on your plane'//
And have you perform the 'common rape', on 'Soddom Hussane'//
I see you in Brooklyn all the time, but I'm too ill to 'say hi'//
Cuz we know you've been with less girls, then a 'gay guy'//
All this lyrical combat, has got you 'away from the truth'//
'Face it you fruit,' you and your mother are as 'gay as a Jew'//
This fag thinks he's 'dissing me!' Hahaha, better 'listen B' - //
You need some 'listorine' so bad, you can't even 'kiss your teeth'//


yo man, I went easy on this clown....