nigga if i coud flip the script i flip the bitch and go first//muder you and place you in a hurst//
nigga half the rhymes you type you need ta rehearse//
tring ta battle me nigga it aint work//
choke on stage nigga that just her( your sista)
fake nigga me neva im a ole g//
oldschool pimp wit a new school pee pee//
yes it seeps through clothing, skirts and panties
you like flava flav to lame ta blaze a spit//
so you have chuck d write ya shit just so ican make fun of it//
fake than fruity os that i by from the story//
nigga you fake and poor eat ya shit of the floor//
half the shit i spit i aint even know what im sayin//
so i mispell wordsleft n right like i was playin//
damn that aint make much sence but fuck i own you bitch//
my rhymes aint gotta rhyme they could be a piece a shit
askin fa more like you a slut a few more dollas//
ill fuck for a buck do some strange things just ta make you holla//
now they say they aint shit you can buy for a washington//
you could buy a slut or put a dolla in a collection bend//
wash away ya sin or maybe ask for some good rhymes//
like please gotta give me he gift so i dont ave ta drop dimes//
sayin that i think of my shit put it ta test// your shit verse mine i did this in 5 minutes or less