cum on manee its time

Ya Rhymes So Choppy, Its As If They Were Chinese,
Rippin Ya Rhymes Or Merkin U, Ones Gotta Go As If Yu N Ya Rhymes Were Siamese//

I Eat Ya Chops For Punches-Merk You For Thinkin Your ~Martial~,
Still Couldn’t Deliver A Good Punch, If I Wrapped Up Tyson N A Addressed Me A Parcel//
(that martial can mean both-coz ya choppin n meanin ya a wannabie slim)

Just Sum fag Emcee Imposter, Too Wack To Even Be In A New Crew Roster,
This cat Be Throwin No Punches, Like He Was A No Armed Boxer//

When I Look At This Cat I Don’t See Straight, Despite My 20 20 Vision,
This Fat Kid- Like He Panse Were To Small Shudda~Split~, Would Have Been Smartest ~Decision~//

Rip Everything Ya Got, This Dog Wants A Bone So I Rip Outa Ya Skeleton,
This Must Be A Desert Not Beef, Because Ya Shakin Like Jellatin//

Then I’ll Crush You, Roll You Up, And Smoke Ya ~Jointz~,
We Know Im Better, Like Blunt Compasses- This Battles Has No ~Pointz~//

Ya Records On Ya Hatrick- And Remain Undefeated, Like A Scot Dissin Pads On The Day Of St Patrick-Im Take Ya Battle Arrogot N Beat it//

This Fag Don’t Kno About Rap Or A Mak Unless The Two Words Before R Wood N Fleet,
Told ~SpliTT~The Path To Success, Gave Him The Address N He Still Couldn’t Meet//
(first line: that old gay band fleetwoodmack lol/second line:don’t meet the skill standards)

This Kid Cant Ever Shine Because His Lights Dull, I Made A ~Decision~To~SPLiTT Ya Skull//

Ya illiterate Look How He Spell Decision,Think He Hot Coz He Cant read what He Sayin,
Don’t Do Audio, Because Even He Polls Against Himself When He Hears His Audio Playin//

Ya Rhymes Are Broken Like They Got A Hole In, The Shit They Contain Is Like A Verse From A Colon, Tried Eatin My Hard Rhymes Leaves Ya Throat Swollon, Tried Ridin My Dik But The Grip Is Too Big For You To Be Holdin-Embarassed At His Verse So Even HE For ME Starts Pollin//