aight

how can i start this, re-gardless-i dun't preach-this niggas feet- smell worse then his armpits...
where's the hardness, ya soft as jelly-come across-and get a three meal course-of a forced machete...
unforunately, ya wack ass will die-so dun't even think bout it-ya chances-are mo slim-then bill nye...
i dun't feel right, but overly determined-hopefully ya learnin-fuck viscious-ya'll be needin stitches-next mornin...
ya text is borin, not snappin any necks-not cashin any checks-real jobs come rare-cuz ya best is whorein...
betta wear a vest, it comes in handy-rush and get past me-but watch out-when the shells are dashy...
bells are crashin, this battles crackin down-cuz i dun't like actual clowns-who think their sharp with words-and get stabbed by nouns...
bad as is brown, and lookin like total shit-hold this bitch-i'll flow ya into a hole-and spit...
that's wut posers get, along with a specialty-irrelivent-this element-will turn ya green-like a centipede...
theres no testin me, ya whole crews wack-and take warlords with u-i permit any of u-to produce tracks...
buncha brute acts, with no control-ya flow is old-when irrelevence-settles shit-it's from a group blow....

peace