Aight man here it is:



Like “Teachers who cant get ill” you’ll never make a “Class Sick”
Your rhymes wouldn’t be tight if they had “rubber band elastic” you acted drastic thinking you rapped-it but you trapped-it in a straight jacket
Youre even that worthless even your moms told you to go play with traffic
And you wonder why she seemed enthusiastic when you played with matches
Lying in bed with Gasoline inches away from your matress
Cuz the only 'hot bars” you’ve got is the melted Kit-Kat in your pocket
As you come at me you’l pull muscles when you see me feel-it-in-your-topics
And like the Captain you’ll get “Crunched” cos my Bars are “Twice-As-Tight” like “Virgin-Twin-Mary’s”
Ima have your lil brother pointing at me like “Momma he’s scary”
But ima considerate person, just ask any cat up on the bricks
Verbally mix your brains with fasces Damn that’s some “Thoughtful Shit!!!'
And like absent students, im the kid you “Can’t test”
You couldn’t spit tight if your saliva was “Spandex”
Intellectually run through your streets, run pass-your-door and clap-a-four
Leave you and your fam’ “Chalked” more than 'Black Boards”!!!!!