Fake emcee? U say dis is a dream//
Dawg u only dreamin, this is YOUR FANTASY//
Chill son, ur borin me..i spit so ILL my verse needs to be QUARINTENED//
And to be honest ya last post, was borin to read//
My game stack up like “LEGOS”//
Ay yo, when I say so, u let go of my ego//
Cuz I cash more “CHECKS” than “NIKE”//
And most likely, u wont find me as highly of an emcee u thought I be//
you prepared right? bitch, I got air strikes to crush whatever you dare type//
unlike BEEFING WITH MISTRESS'S this isn't AFFAIR FIGHT/
you aint got a prayer man..got you shook off a mere glance//
it'll be a GRIZZLY scene when I choke these faggot with my BEAR HANDS//
I'll herb this dude till the universe consumes the earth and moon//
His verse is doomed, I spit radiation that'll CREATE CANCER like A BIRTH IN JUNE/
No Jibberish I strike conquest with Bigger Hits//
You couldnt SHOW YA 'FLY' If he PULLED HIS PANTS DOWN and UNZIPPERED IT/
Lights Out, Fag, in here u dont need Man-ners//
the street will split each of ur atom cuz really, yo Ass dont Matter/
Dropping Art like clumsy house movers, Ur Getting Ripped//
Get ur Brains Dipped when Con Feigns wit Chips gettin yo ass Sipped//