aight doc, man you ever been in the ghetto come ta my block/
you prolly grew up a rich boy so dont talk/
man ill slaughter your ass, at the same time ill be smokin some grass/
standin right there next to your dead ass, you go down to a blast/
imma hide you in an old house were the floors creek, im gettin weak cuz fuck you reak/
imma seek and win this battle, and climb aboard my sattle/
man my shit would wanna make a grown man tattle/
so go ahead you wont be the first, damn you wanna the worst/
imma a burst out laughin if i ever see ya face, you a discrase to all men/
so go grab a pen and find one yo otha wanna be freestylin friends/
here's one yo other trends, " a wanna be rapper"/
you'd be better off bein a tap dancer, in a tight lil suit/
man ne mother fucker that sees you should kick you with there boot/
or go play the flute, ill lisen to you play a motzart line/
that will make ya shine, make this freestyle battle mine/
rap ur ass in twine throw ya in the road/
and get rund over by a huge truckers load/
my mode is killen, freestyle billen/
im just an online villen, whos life is full a skillen


kinda shitty but oh well