aight then ill go so u can come up wit some new lines/
u can write'em down, copy-n-paste, anything is fine/
cause i dont need a pencil an paper to come up wit my rhymes//
they jus pop in my head at any-given-time/
an no im not lyin, these words that u see are comin straight from my head/
when my fingers fall to the keyboard they fall jus like lead/
or someone fallin from a 10 story buildin after they're shot an dead/
so use ur head,and come wit some good flow/
cause thats what ur gonna need to be beat if u dont already know/
an dont go so low, as to talkin bout ur self/
i mean i know u really cant help it u look like a kebler elve//

now its all on u to try to come up wit some better phrase/
u better hope they look better than them shoes u wherin wit tha pink laces/
now get ready to face it, ur about to get beat by a "sillygoose"/
but thats ok ill still keep ur girlfriend loose/
cause from what i heard, ur dicks about as short as lines from dr.sues//