aight i'm droppin...i have no clue how good anyone is on this board...but peep anyway

the only chance u got, is to kiss my feet...
hang round gardens, so ya'll neva-miss a beat...
fish fo ya heat, cuz this ish is bout blow up...
cuz i dun't slow up, ya rap bad enuff-to make mike tirico throw up...
ya blow suck, atleast that's as a lyricist...
watch as i'm nearin this, ya'll be wipin off sweat-just to clear the zits...
i'm fearless, and without an entourage...
cuz i'll drop my crew, like a hatchback-but ya'll still rock a dodge...
stop and dislodge, the shells from ya body...
when i start gunnin, half the clubs-runnin to the lobby...
waste of a tek hardly, this nigga gets bumrushed...
into thug dust, how did he get so ill-by fuckin too many dumb sluts...
but i dun't wanna rush, or slow down the pace...
he culd be ruben studdard, and still not-hold down his place...
astounded by fate, just unsure how it delivered...
though if he beats me, it's cuz-higher post count is a winner...

peace