*Go T-square it's ya Funeral*

Im N-F-L wit lyrics like professional football, Square ill defeat ya on "ANY GIVEN ~SUNDAY"/
i (N)ever (F)uckin' (L)ose ...not even if I dropped on ~"Monday"/

*turns his level meter up a notch*

AiighT Square, wanna know how to Recycle-a-line?/
I don't Believe in Waste, So Maybe i'll Act Like You And Start Tossin Plastic Rifles-and-Knives/
LiL GiRlz in LC Convos With Triflin-Spite, So Why should i Cradle-this-Bitch?/
I Don't know if i should battle you, cuz like Mike Tyson's Dentist, im Afraid-ill-Get-Bit/
Face to Face with Stranglin-Grips, And Now Rhyming is your Inner-Passion?/
Maybe you Need Thicker-glasses, Cuz the way i see it you Should always go Down on me, like the Proper Position for A Dinner-Napkin/
This Double t is Shittin Bricks,Cuz i Stress-Foes-with-the-Question/
As it is you Already Dead, so Why not take ya own life?, like Kleptoes-with-Depression/
Lets Focus on your Lies-and-Talking/
Cuz you Scared to Push me, but you Claim you live on the Edge, like Mites-on-Mach3's/
Bitch,You the Type-to-Stalk-me, So I'm bombin-ya-Dominance/
Leave you in Pits, Cautioned-as-Bottomless, Ya Career's is Willy Nelson's Belongings, I'm Auctionin-all-of-it/


FINISH HIM...

fuck you, ill Leave this Whore-Smidgened/ Its Embarrassing when the Square Root of ya Record is Up To Four-Digits/
Your Styles for the Birds so i Floor-Pigeons, and Remove-a-Wing/
Square' is Brutally, Buried in the backyard, like Shit the Dogs Chewed-with-Teeth/