ayo here we go...

who's the feeble one, yeh that's u-i dun't even wanna talk bout minds-cuz u'rs is-great food...
i'll blaze who, and keept it realer then-fear me when-i appear to blow ya ass out like-candles-in a windy fan...
ya need more votes then reagan, goin against con-i seen u'r record-now can u-flow against gods...
befo i roll u into a peapod, and step on it-even with the best bonnet-ya wuln't be tight-in a text harness...
yeh u'r wack, i established that-obviously u aint smart-ya get factually slapped...
patternly rapped, up into a cacoon-dun't worry u can DQ me-i'll still treat ya to hell in a bad mood...
i'll stab ya dude, and leave ya achin-i'll beat ya patient-repeat and u'll be sayin-but the police dun't fade me...
i'm off my rocker, and i dunt care bout socker-but i'll still kick the shit out u-cuz my occupation is proper...
i kno i'm iller then u, ya crews a joke-feeble's on NB's nuts-that's one reason to choke...
drop u like recievin the soap, repeatin their aint no decieivin-ya a crack hed in need of a poke...

oneee spittt