Big Nate trying to be psychological...
He was supposed to spit first but his shit must have been diabolical...
Ich Heisse is my name so imma lay this down very philosophical...
Like Marco Polo gone insane this boys mind will never revolutionize the game....
You're just a herb and aint nobody here need ya...
Like the Sars disease, just cuz yo moms Chinese dont mean we have to feed ya...
You can leech off my lyrics and lynch off the mob...
Your bitches mouth is on me as if I was corn on the cob...
You obviously can't please her, you probably can't even get it up yet...
I doubt your girl even knows what it feels like to get wet...
So keep chokin on that mic, hell better yet...
Just turn tha fuck around and walk home...
This aint your turf, this aint a place for your replica chrome...
Hollowed out pinpoint much like your lines...
Aint nothin in them like a cracker jack box without a surprise...

Peace. I low keyed this shit... hurry the fuck up and post your half wit shit...