TO THA PUSSY "YOUNG BROWN"

It's like you at ah circus cause nigga you bout to get clown'd//
your lines to skinney cause they smoke more crack than "BOBBY BROWN"//
Your at ‘base’ point, I’m ‘rounding through’; ‘anxiously stealing’ this win like ‘home plate runners do’/
Beat you…that’s fun to do…on you I ‘drop more ammunition’ then ‘angry machine gunners do’/
You’re a rookie? Then at worst I’m a pro; scripts’ in water, Meta’s immersed in my flow/
all these faggots try to get rid of me but yall fucking blow//
each other dick join the "lyrical ed" class cuz ur to fucking slow //
"YOUNG" was dropped on his head at birth I guess that explains it, only thing thats golding is this glock im holding at the moment wype out my opponents with exponents //
thought u would beat me with lyrikal sword but yah
making me lyrikaly bord //
Your Own "keystyles” will bring so much shame to your "keyboard" that i don't even have to "murder" you cuz you'll "die from humility"// This foo couldn’t deffeat me with his weak shit even if he used up all his strength to the best of his ‘ability’// Yo, Your Just About To Become “my fucking- Slave”, When I Uppercut You It Hits You Wit Enough Power To ‘Switch-You-Race//
You Gonna Have A ‘Kicked-In-Face’, You Better Call “Ms. Cleo” And Ask That ‘bich-To-Pray’//
How Ya Gonna Try To Attack Me Wit Ya ‘Played-Lines’, All You Do Is ‘Waist-Time’, I Would Still Win Even If “Gawd” Began To ‘Erase-Mine’//