if you had a hot mom, i'd have to drop bombs //
stick her up, then spit it up on rap battles dot com //
but fuck it, i'm bored //
i feel like i'm stuck in the morgue //
i'm dead minded rhymin, you should give chuck an award //
and this devil's comin at me like i'm duckin a sword //
but i got god's back like i'm butt-fuckin the lord //
and i'm doin this for fun, i always charge freely //
if this was a battle, i won, while y'all play like marv leevy //
but i put that on your bill, while i'm in buffalo //
also had your girl on the pill, i had her pumpin bro //
i'll spit somethin slow, on mutherfuckin mother's day //
and while i'm fuckin your mother, you'll look the other way //
if this freestyle function was audio you'd hear burritos crunchin //
and cheetos munchin, cause i'm on that weed consumption //
i've been readin all about your ja rule and 50 posts //
whinin about the rule so much, it's like you hit 50 notes //
singin like him, and just sweatin 50 cent posts //
you must like rap that's syrupy sweet like french toast //
but hit me back without a snippy laugh //
or else y'all get hit up like dmx's skit on the mickey track