labrat's drop

ok gramps, get your hearin aid tune out the static//
this battle will come to me automatic, your still matic//
you aint hot, just ether. i spit fire, you startin to panic//
that dickryder who just voted can lick off your sweat//
hes licked other places and faces i'll bet//
sound the alarms, ring the bells, try not to over react//
steppin outta line wont leave you whole or intact//
i dont have as many wins but i have a better ratio//
and ask the ho's, i sure as hell perform a better show//
where's your crowd? its me they wanna witness//
your verbal strength aint no match for my lyrical fitness//
im the punching bag, you took a big blind swing and missed//