MYSTAHBIGG, MYSTAHBIGG, YOU NEED TO STICK TO SINGING SONS WITH THE ISLEY'S, OR RAIDING 14 YEAR OLD SLEEPOVERS WITH R.KELLEY TO GET THEM OUT THERE NIGHTIES, BECAUSE YOU AIN'T NO REAL MR. BIGGS JUST ASK YOUR WIFEY, WHEN SHE FEEL LIKE PLAYING GAMES & GETTING TICKLED SHE MESS WITH YOU MOST LIKELY, BUT WHEN SHE WANTS THE REAL DEAL & GROWN MEN SHE INVITES ME. HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT MY BARS ARE TOO MUCH, BECAUSE I MADE YOUR LITTLE SIS A WHORE WITH A BIG BUTT. NEXT TIME WATCH YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU APPROACH A LYRICAL ASSASIN, BECAUSE MAN AFTER THESE FEW LINES IT'LL BE A MIRACLE IF THEY LET YOU BACK IN. YOUR STATUS IN THIS CLASS OF ELITE PROFESSIONALS IS UNLISTED, BECAUSE THE DAY THAT GOD CALLED US FOR OUR LYRICAL GIFTS YOU PROBABLY MISSED IT, AND SANTA NEVER BROUGHT IT TO YOU FOR CHRISTMAS, AND THE GENIE DECIDED TO SCRATCH IT FROM YOUR WISH LIST. THAT TELLS ME THAT YOU'RE NOT BUILT TO BOX WITH MY TROOP CLOWN, MAYBE AFTER YOU READ THIS YOU'LL BE SMART & RETIRE TO KEEP YOUR DUKES DOWN. AND TO THINK I THOUGHT OF NEVER RETURNING TO THIS SITE, BUT NOW I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER ME EVERYTIME YOU SIT DOWN TO TYPE. MY LENGTH IS MY STRENGTH FOR DROPPING THESE RAW THREADS, AND IF I WAS IN PERSON WITH YOU I'LL SHOW YOU HOW IT FEELS EVERYTIME YOU SPOKE BY POPPING YOUR FOREHEAD, YOU SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL A FREESTYLED TEXT & FOR YOU TO TRY AND STOP MEN YOU GOT TO DRAW LEAD. BOY LET ME STOP PLAYING GAMES WITH YOU AND ENTERTAINING YOUR YOUNG MIND, CAUSE' I'M TIRED OF TELLING UNDER DEVELOPED CATS LIKE YOURSELF THAT I IMPREGNATE THIS HIP HOP WORLD TO SON RHYMES. THINK BEFORE YA ACT NEXT TIME BECAUSE YOU'LL LOSE IN EVERY BATTLE, BEFORE YOU RIDE ON A PONY INTO WAR WITH THE WRONG HORSE SHOES AND A LOOSE SADDLE, YOUR RHYME STYLE IS LIKE SWIMMING UP STREAM WITH NO CANOE AND TWO PADDLES, AND MY SOUND IS OFF THE HUMAN WAVE LENGTH MAKING DOG TAILS WAGGLE. AIIGHT MAN I'M DONE WITH YOU MR. LOSER, THIS TIME I'LL JUST SLAP YA NEXT ROUND I'LL MAKE SURE TO BRUISE YA. CHUMP STOP COUNTING.