Hey Yo

Time To Trick

I spit Trix, you betta leave this battle now cus this aint fors kidz//
My punches are so hard I bust your lip//

You dic-sho-nary less, cus you got no vocab//
You should be on who wants to learn how to rap, you wack//

You got no punches with your baby fists//
My rhymes are all around you, you scared to take a shyt//

Here's a real keystyle//
You prolly got your style, from gurls gone wild (wit snoop dogg)

Heres an idea, get your mom on RB to vote//
You best lyric is prolly, "WHATEVA FLOATS YOUR BOAT"//

You lack all skill//
You couldnt stand a chance against me, not even with a rhymin pill//

When Im done this battle you gonna no you 0-4//
You just got punk'd, its too bad you did it to ya self, with no score//

I spit, rips, your a pussy with a dic//
you prolly can only get cybernetic chykz//

There is nothen else to say to this bitch//
Except go to bed its to late for this kid//

Time To Trick