unanswerable mc, i got tha answer to ya question ho
was ur rap good enough? ha hell fuckin no//
im gonna win tha battle, i'll put money on that bet
im unstopable, i'll crash through u like Osama in a jet//
i'll crush u like a one thousand pound boulder
punchlines i throw knock ya bitch head off ya shoulders//
im killin you wit my lyrical heat seakas
ya prolly infront ya computer in stained breifs & i torn wife beata//
your flow blew like madonna on her knees
ya moms an anerexic wit a yeast infection, they call her *quarter pounder wit cheese*//
im a psycho in this rap game man
ill rip ya fuckin head off & swin g it on my celing fan
grab ya throat and choke ya till ya body dangles//
tie ya to horses by ya wrists and ankles and pull u apart from all 4 angles//
i had to put this fuckboy in check like Nike Swoosh
he came here thinkin he was tight but i had ta knock his pussy loose