sit dis nasa wannabe rite down on his ass//
he neva wanted to go to space until he saw lance bass//
i'm so cruel, i'll make him drink his mom's specail juice//
and have him feindin for da bottle like alchohol abuse//
i'll merk ya kids and end the era of ya last name//
either that, or have hoes beatin on ya balls like a volleyball game//
cause once i post this thread i get in da battlin zone//
and if u get a vote it'll jus be a participation loan//
i'll split u in two halves, and u still couldnt get 2 votes for u//
ya sucky rymes make u vote for me, its not dat u want to, u have to//
my text is addictive like crack, u jus need it//
witout it u catch a panic attack, so take anotha hit//
im really not in da mood for battlin, so i'll end this quick//
i'll stick dis heat up his ass like da devils walkin stick//
and kno, dat wasnt tha finishin line ya fuckin smart guy//
u starin at ray charles is da only way someone would look u eye to eye//
ur so *far out* of my leauge, u think *groovy dude* cause ur out of my time//
until i saw ya rymein style i thought there was no such thing as unorganized crime//
and u should change ya name to takeovas bitch//
and u wish could stop dat but theres no on/off switch//
cause once i say go i see a green light//
i get ready to deform niggas like a toxic waste site//
and dats it, its over, finito, its done, its over before it begun//
cause theres mad holes in ya skills like u been sprayed wit a sub machine gun//