iight here it is

I slap til I crack tattoos; stab Ich Heisse 'n let combatants ooze..
til more bloods expelled from ur eyes than thugs at Catholic schools//
I fight with a tremendous advantage, I know u cant stand it..
all I need is a wet-nap to wipe you off the face of the planet!//
u fake thuggin bitch, study this, or kiss my ass wit bloody lips..
I know all ur friends are 'Bling Blingin' but, that's a BuddyList..//
Protestin my perfection when my flows so hot it shows convection?
o well, ur punches are like a nonstop flight, still have no connection..//
I spit sickness on the table like a petree dish, try to eat me bitch?
i'll make "P hurt" worse than yeast infections on a Herpes itch.//
Im Pureness Placed ina Package, a Perfect Product of Practice,
i'd need to outlined in chalk to ever see a trace of wackness!//
Breaker breaker one niner, I'll knock Ich right back to the minors,
then take this one-liner, 'n Polish-shoe off like angry boot shiners!//
beat both you and your alias, been twice burned and you still test
this fag's had so many trains run on him, he caught a terminal illness//
Lyrically your garbage, well, garbage is to good your just fuck’n trash
This verse was too easy to shit out on you but I don’t feel bad using you to wipe my ass//
i'm a fememcee, you're too wack to go against me
i'd beat the shit outta you but that'd leave you empty// (ur full of shit)


iight I’m going to sleep for a while….spit by the time I get back