first of all, what the fuck are you talking about with my shit needs to be original... and second, if you wanna battle me let me know instead of just postin yo shit

you wanna speak about original, your name is white chocolate/
a million niggaz got that name, you aint hot, you couldn’t warn a hot pocket/
you couldn’t get a psychiatrist to listen to with your lame ass topic/
run back to your protection shelter, and this time make sure you lock it/
my dick is gettin strained dogg, so get the fuck off it/
you copied the best flows from yo homies, and still aint got shit/
the only time niggaz feel ya is when their dick’s between your bottom and top lip/
original?, nigga your game’s defaulted/
keep speakin bout me and have your whole shitty crew and block lit/
I’ll leave you bloody and wet like a teenager’s popped zit/
your like a third string QB, neva a top pick/
you better hope god still loves ya cuz it’s time for ya apocalypse/
got this nigga runnin from the massacres and murda my mic commits/
plannin his revenge with his stupid “I want some cock” click/
I aint goun stop ‘fuckin yo ass’ til my cock fit/
your a non-action HERO cuz like a radio movie, you only talk it/