White Guy's cant rap tru dat its a fact, but nigga i'm black//
So you've gone mislaid ya thinkin cap, dont matter no wayz you about as quik as a drip out of a tap//
Rip it outta this cat, too bad you aint got that feline agility//
Sure would make up for your crap rappin ability//

U compared to lil football playa's too bad nigga i'll Grind you//
Take my 7 foot letters Rip out ya limb's and bind you//
pull out my mirror, reflect your shitty words and blind you//
Ya couldn't Spit of ya dome if i got someone to 'Mind' you//

Sup chuckie i'm Freddie kreuger, u cant diss sumin that's in ya dreams//
but i can work my way into ya mind and rip it apart at tha 'seems'//

How's it hangin triple x, i'm in the pba and can bowl a 300//
Strike, i'm augustas ribbons come to make you redundant//

And who needs nikes when ya got Burberry timb's//
Take ya head dribble it down the court and dunk it thru tha rim//

Your like tramps on probation, you aint “worth the time”, you// could be a net mod and connect lines but still could not rhyme//
Even if you wrote your battle record on everyone’s recycle bins//
no one would ever “recall” you having any fair battle wins//

punches against me won`t do any harm, face the facts kid.. even if you put your "head in the clouds" you couldn't "brain-storm"//
Always willing to go south of the sign, act like he`s eating like the mouth of a mime, im firin "a-head" .. and my bullets must be "punchlines" cuz they're "out of his mind"//
We gotta give more time so this bastard can think, this a text battle so ill leave u plastered with ink, you guys can call me "evolution" cuz i`ll leave "JuRaSiCK Extinct"//

Votez plz

Dam i'm Drunk.....LOL