Checkin in.

* Grabs da mic back and bitch slaps da competition"

Watch yo mouth, what do u think u tryin to prove//
I leave mc's like u battered and bruised//
Go home and eat ur sushi cuz dats all u can do//
People like u r da main reason why dey buildt schools//
Get an education, u might learn somethin foo//
I'll be ur teacher and fuckin teach u somethin new//
And maybe u'll end up respectin da people u look up 2//

You'll be my understudy//
Cuz u know there is no one above me//
It might cost a small fee but I'll make sure u learn somethin//

Like how to fuckin rap//
Ur lyrics were found in da trash//
Let me teach u once again how a real emcee reacts//
I took u picture, ripped it up and watched u collapse//
Im a voodoo master causin u to be entranced//
Don't talk shit cuz to me, ur whole verse was really wack//
What u goin to do now, get pissed and try to snap//
Pull out ur nine, let me see where ur balls r at//
Thats what I thought, chicken out like a little fag//
Me and my crew r money, u r just afraidy cat//
U couldn't rap if da lyrics were sittin on ur fuckin lap//
Or if someone was tellin u da words behind ur back//
I know u r scared, dats why u pissin in ur pants//

U belong in a hula skirt because u look like a little bitch//
Cross dressin slut whose pussy smells like old dead fish//
Im bipolar cuz I cause disorder, ur PC cuz like da internet u like to talk shit//
I heard ur name is popular as da hymphrodite snitch//
U run to the cops everytime u get ur ass kicked//
Quick to point da finger, tell them "Oh,He Did"//
Pull dat shit on me and I'll make sure yo never have kids//
And if u do, I'll eat dem like a full slab of ribs//

*Satan grabs da mic and melts it in his hand as he says "Keep fuckin with my son and watch where you'll be."