yo, yo, yo ,yo

look at this cat rite here tryin to be a dice roller
he couldn't get "7" if "Morgan Freeman" handed him a "police folder"
you's a front runner, break ya neck like a stone cold stunner
I moved the ball like Lucy, you Charlie Brown trying to be an NFL punter
murder you man in cold blood, like bullets made of liquid nitrogen
you wanna shoot the shit with me? That's craps homie...try again
splicin genes only way you could outrhyme me, tryin to mix and match
I musta scared you now, got you speaking like a gypsy from Snatch
kjdhkjHJAsjkhdsajk.....man......take your jibberish to someone who cares
on this ark you'll get left behind....bitches hate you....and we only take pairs
I know I've heard yo rhymes before......jacking yo shit from Diddy
and I know I've seen yo face before, ain't you one of them bitches from Sex and the City?
Damn.....who knew Carrie could rap.........oh my bad..she's chokin
changed yo tune real fast...out of yo element....like a pop singer named Chopin

Damn homie......time to buy new rhymes....cause I think yours are broken


Chopin is a classical composer.........hopefully some of you knew that