It's about time I sit back and squeeze this trigga; on this shallow ass rapper with flows much thicker;;
Matter of fact; stand back; I'm 'bout to fabreeze this nigga;;
He's nothing;;
Fuckin; around with keys touching; any and every key; he sees; in front of him;;
Rushin through; trying to use; every punch he can think to;;
Trying to incinerate; but, every statement he makes; is like kickin hisself in the tooth;;
Foot in ya mouth; you lost and caught with no clout; You versed in a bout; with a Don ass nigga thats just too stout;;
I'm crazy enough to run in ya house; strap bombs to ya couch; nigga thats what I'm about;;


aight kidd u wanna take this test, well drop ya numba 2 an' lay ya pen ta rest, there'z no need in u even readin tha text/
u lost before u even approached me, u try ta spit wit collapsed lungz how tha fuck u gon' blow me/
face it son ya shit'z wack, rymez like u pukin off a hot six pack, i got handfulz of metz an' vocalz that ya spit lackz/
mechanical toyz run ya ass ova, call me tonka in a plastic nova/
u off balance like tha miami rhapsody, punchlinez piledrive ya chest cavity/
quotationz from dead rappaz cum from ur lipz, get it? cum... like u drink from gay men wit short dickz/
time fo' u ta do like slim shady an' clean out tha closet, dont lie nigga u love rydin ya mom'z pocket rocket/
an' u neva had 2% of a chance, i disconnect ya palm from ya wrist....... u cant punch me wit no handz/
im crazy kidd i'll gag u wit toilet tissue, forget knives i'ma stab u wit tha pistol/
afta this battle u'll be cryin fo' ya mommy, go ahead an' retire son, i got ya pink slip an' this verse iz ya copy/