shit, normally I'd rip ya name in the first line.//
but I can't even pronounce that shit.. "no-doe-mic".. is that right?//
'cause on a mic-ya-ain't gettin no doe like welfare cut him off.//
weather I come hard or not this nukka's stay'n soft.//
it's like he got lyrical impotence.. vocals frozen in the off posision.//
chokin' on stage like a fuckin' SARS victem, quarentine his rhymes.//
corner his lines and rasors quick to slit him.//
quick to flip him like he was a gymnast, only in this match he's landin' neck down, all ya hear is a quick snap.//
laughed at, no respect now.. get up before you get down.//
duck, before I spit rounds.. stun crowds with my sick nouns.//
I bunn pounds, you still on ya first spliff.. wow.//
you hardcore-- livin' a hard life, you call that ounce weight, nigga you outta ya mind.//
sellin' nick's an' dimes out tha side of ya school, you ain't a husslah you a runnah fool.//
dawg I'm pro'lly your supply, you my tool, doin' my work for me.//
I spot you out ya l'il bag an' you make me twice the money I paid.//
you my bitch, try'n say you not.. bitch I grab ya tounge with pliars squeeze down and pull tha mutha fucka right out.//
let's see you try'n talk now, lay everythin' you got down.. you still beat harder than my dick in a dry spell.// <--- haha
there ain't gonna be no reply, baby.. just sit there and cry now..

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