aight...check it...

-I strive in haste,chase u thru time-n-space then lace u wit ninez-n-eightz/
-I hate u, so i'll place u inside a gate,that makez u get live wit apez/
-Ugly mutha fuka, like michael jacksons kidz, before u go out, ya momz takez u and hidez ur face/
-First i break this peasant,this fake getz raked wit lessonz, i'm tha vet, i'll grab tha stake and cave ya chest-in/
-I don't misplace my weaponz, ur recordz weak and i know u hate my essence/
-I hold tha crown,cuz when i was at 30, u where at 0, u should just be happy i graced ya presence/
-I be Mr.Brer..so have your game fucked wit two hits, slay your crew bitch??...i may just do it/
-But first ill litter da ground wit pikes and drag you through it, it's like college...you learned ya lesson and paid for it too kid/
-i didn't mean to offend u,but it seemz that i'll end u, i have tha siccest of menuz that says i should stick u wit ginsuz/
-Then laugh at this nerdz rank, cuz u all outta place in hip hop like bitches in sperm bankz/