alright... good shit good shit...

ummm, here... give me mic, let me recite,my lyrical spite,
you started this fight, now there's no end to its sight/
you call yurrself lilsmokey, i'll smoke yee indeed
i'll light yurr ass up like this bag of this weed/
and sit back and relax, i have no worried indeed
you rhyme whack, its a fact, like Bill Gates is to greed/

you're looking for a quickie like i had with your mom
she was loving the dickie, now she has a new son/
i have some advice for this pussy, fo' i get to leavin'
ahhh, check yurr tampax dawg, i think i see ya bleedin

Peace

---DNV---