this sucka aint gonna pit like he was told to so i will
spit


Aight sucka,,

You like and antique when you move you squeek and creek, and your rappin is weak/
Im the man who was sent here to whoop your ass/
if this were a freestyle compatition you'd be dead last/
left hook, right hook, jab, is all the punches imma hit u with/
you thought i was a shitty rapper, only a myth/
you like boxer mike tyson and his lisp/
you only got one fist to punch with, to bad ya just missed/
you best hope i never find you or ill run over you with my car/
ill be at the wheel smokin a blunt a.k.a. a marijuana filled cigar/
id prolly only be able to find you in a gay bar/
but i aint goin in there cuz im as straight as they come by far/
imma stab you with a knife and make blood shoot outta ya like a water fountain/
ill drag you up a mountain and tie your ass up/
let your roll down so your fat body will hit the ground, startin an earthquake/
and if you aint dead ill throw you and ur piece a shit lyrics on the grill for steak/