drop the fuckin beat...

try out for our crew den start talkin shit souns like dat kid named west/
dis aint a freestyle battle dis a textual thrashing manifest/
tie ya tung wit twists of punches now ya cants spit/
spittin so many bars ya think this was a jail n u da lyrical misfit/
im readin ya verse like if it was ya life story call me mr. cleo/
u so cocky bout ya life wen ya battle its like ya lyric portfolio/
cumin hard for you means ta go stick ya dick in some wet cement/
cuz ya words are comin out bout for some reason ya punches are absent/
comin wit a flame in ma eye one look n ya feet are set on fire/
hangin dis battle up like if ya phone company cut ya telephone wire/
acceptin dis battle was da biggest mistake of ya young career/
da rain is comin down on ya can u feel dat da end is near/
slice ya throat, blow ya boat, explode ya car, ya layin on da groun blood porin wit nuttin ta say/
but goodbye n da lyrikal sword has jus ended anotha mc's rap day/

dats it yo waitin fo dis kid