iight look

ay yo iight u think got it won cus u added alittle "pun"//
but fuck u im added "pun" as in "punishment"//
u little fruit cake tastin like da shit ur mom made//
u in ma lyrics is like u bein in a field of tall grass, each n every blade is a knife, cuttin n scarin u, endin ur life//
u can put yo whole army up against me, ur minor lyirics dont move me, ur minor, im major//
ur a pre write crook, iight look, ur lookin for ur book, pre write shit//
but look over here i got yo book, lightin it up n burnin it like i did to you, ur Through//
ima rip yo head off n chew u up, spit u out, slap ya brain wid ya nose bone//
im sendin u home irraspectivly, u just found a new found respect for me//
u fuckin wid ma name is lame, but WTF im kickin u outta dis game//
ma lyrics are diseased, leavin u diseased, dont worry soon ue b Deceased//
the only choke artist here is u, look if u stopped fillin ur throat wid cum maybe u'd be able to spit some//
im like a cobra, i dont even no ya, but im spittin shit in yo face, fuckin winin dis race//
so lets sum it all up, ma lyrecs are labelled wid dexterity, imaginery fuck me im legendery//
im snappin ya bones like u a anorexic, u shittin more then if i fed u a laxative//
u say ur at high skool, fuckin fool get back to elimentary skool, they'll teach u to elivate or u could whatch me eliminate//
ur lyrics are all blupdopreadreakia so get the fuck outta ma way i makin ma entry//