aiight check my flow..

I may not even know you, but ur name easily showz you/
uz a whitey tryin ta roll through, but wit ya figuas u can't pay pay the toll booth/

u better drop the charade, actin all hawd(*hard*)/
when u readin my shit, all u'll do iz nod/

but son them rhymez ain't gunna fall out/
u gotta have talent when u go to the thread and make a call out/

now tell me what would u do~, if ya mommy caught ya on this site rappin bout ya 'crew'~/
would she spoon or ground you?/
treat ya young ass like uz only two/

I'll do ya punk as daddies job and slap the leather on ya ass cut ya up like glass/

thatz my rhymez occupation/
u thinkin u can win a battle then u gunna be a'waitin/
now promise juz one thing, that when u in the corner in lavonia
u ain't sittin there playin wit ur thing/

thas a lot to ask from a fag, but you can't sit there and dick wag/

go find ya self a girl, cuz iz sickening hearin bout u fuckin the boy wit the jerry curl/

no get ya punk ass made, as my music starts to fade...

spit ya rhymez son. no hate, juz competition. best of luck.