Fuck you thinkin you can defeat~me you aint nuttin but a washed up wannabe~emcee, cant touch me cuz its my lyrics you~envy

my rhmyes will confuse you like if you were in a maze
I should already won by getting on your supid ass name blac-haze

my verus are so harcore they always ready to attack
I thought name with haze would be brown not blac

Packing lyrics like its goin outa~style you cant battle me kid i been rappin sinse gilligans~isle,

your outa style ya lyrics are wack you gonna make me go on another lyrical attack your about as fake as dolly partons plastic rack

you stale, and as your waiting~to~exhale i show to everybody that your a bitch and not~a~male

This was short and sweet a tasty little treat sorry kid but your only destiny here is your sure defeat


aight simple and fast i been busy as hell lately