iight yo he'll it am!!!!

you tryin to top these flows like quadraplegics tryin to make it to the second floor witout an elevator//1
my rhymes like blastin over ya lines like microphones while you tryin to speak the dj moves the fader//2
for real dog ive never met you before or seen you in real life, but from ya name i can tell we got a jumper//3
you know one of them dudes who sits up in his room every night cuttin himself wit a razor to feel that hummer//4
i gotta let you in on a little secret my friend, you a freak a psycho an "outkast" wit no "bombs" to drop//5
try to stop but ya mind goes pop from the shit i clock suckaz like tic and toc, you see ya life doin down the drain...and FLOP//6
you done "murdad" like jack the ripper victims//7
ya weak rhymes like "rainy days" just sittin around the house waitin for the me to come stick em//8
leave you hospitalized and on life support like an over dose of my verbal drug//9
that infests ya body like a virus until one day im in complete control and cant stand this hole so i pull the plug//10