laughs...grabs mic and spitts in his face***mic check<<1-2

the-boy-gonna earn-his-respect, by-recyling-rejects//
lyrics come out my mouth and in your brain poision injects//
ripping and splitting your brain with lyrial bladez//
leaving you more confused then a blind man traped in a maze//
i am winning this-lyrical-sluggfest,bullets-ripping-your-chest//
your chance of winning is the same as a midget in the slam dunk contest//
i am breaking your legs you don't-stand-a-chance//
eating your throughts stay Anaiahlating your plans//
taking your lyrics and shoving them down your throat//
like a blind man lost at sea dog you then lost your hope//
switch
i bring lyrical pyrotechniques and blow this nigga as the crowd watches and stares..
i'd scream heads up if yours wasnt allready up in the air//
i spit them lyrical ferocious mudd raps//
u aint throwin punchlines nigga those are love taps//
my niggas got gats lyrics whips and bikes..
just cuz u holdin a rock in ya hand dont make u a crip tonight(kryptonite)//
its my style that u lovin postin like russians..
the only hot bars u drop is snickers out the oven//
im like like landscapers ima blow this seed//
the only chance u got of winnin is the poetry forum below the league//