iight iight... chill da fuck out nigga... i knoe i said id drop someshyt as soon as u do but i had 2 go somewhere... i aint a sick nigga like u n i cant be starin at a computer 24/7... i been chillin, pimpin u knoe?... i tink u takin this shyt very seriously man... chill out nigga... it aint like u gonna be a famous rapper or someshyt... cuz u knoe ur too wack 2 make money or get fans... anyways these be my mufuckin rhymes...

Honestly, I aint even read ur whole crap/
Its long n wack dat readin it was as tiresome as runnin million lap/
Nigga try topography or choreography if u cant rap/
Shouda neva fucked wit me boy ill split ur spinal dick apart/
Kid this aint no mothafuckin movie n put ur stinky pussy aside/
Treach bitch, I tink u mistaken 2 face a lyrical attack ya cant abide/
Nigga u blind, deaf, retarded or cripple?/
Cant even call u a man, how can u survive wit a dick tinier’n a woman’s nipple? /
Besides jackin tha only tang u ever did was barkin/
Cuz u is a product of sexual intercourse bn a dog n hoe/
Nigga e’rybody knoes dat i been pimpin u, what u lookin @ me foe/
u gonna rebel, overthrow me n then find a nigga dat can offer more/
The most sophisticated shyt u ever did was measuring ur vaginal radius/
Horrified by my metaphoric lines like them b some aliens/
U tha eighth wonder of the world cuz no otha nigga can suck his own dick/
Nigga is English ur ninth langoo, ur ‘rhymes’ is so weak like a wall made o’single brick/
Plus u take a centuries 2 drop shyt but the longest I took was half a blink/
U claim u a gangsta but I can tell dat ya aint even blaze or drink/
Nigga am brutal, am havin fun watchin ur ass tremble n shrink/
ill relocate ur bony ass to da bone yard cuz dats where u belong/

now wut?...