Time to Trick

[b]This katz ignorent to the fact that ima win this battle//
My rhymes hit his spine just watch it rattle//

This dude cant win//
His moms upset cause he come home late with seaman on his chin//

After this battle all this dude is worried bout is his pride//
Hold his dignity to fire and watch it die//

Theres many trix up my sleeves//
Go under this dudes sleeves, you find flees and desease//

He prolly get his whole crew to vote for him, they the brady bunch//
This dude raps like he's white but gets eaten like nestles crunch//

This guy cant roll with the big dawgs like scooby doo'z//
He prolly tinkelin his pants sayin " ginkiez what should I do//

I come hard on him, he wants to quit and prey for mercy to fall upon him//
Blood spread all over his spits cus my punches caught em//

He got his rhymes on layway//
Even if he got payed for this battle he couldnt aford them anyway//

Some were born for rappin, some were born to die//
I dont think he has figured it out yet, no wonder why//

You mess with me//
I smack you in line like you next to get some from Monica Louwinski