droppin . . .

Your rymes skipped an axis, you on tha 'X' missed tha 'Y' and went straight to tha 'Z'//
You rotating in mis-directions, sun hits you once in a great while, but darkness falls on ure record consistenly//
You punchlines hurt like gettin stung by bees wit no stingers//
Your lyrics suck, your better off typin a battle wit no fingers//
Commited parently adultery sins, lights in ure bedroom dims,
knock ure mom up wit kids. Think not ? then ask why the doctor mentioned twins//
I'm like the guy in Rudolph, i'm un-suitable for you in the land of misfits//
You two-faced like an optimistic goin balistic over pre-written shit that wasn't proplerly spitten, re-definin tha laws of physics//
Mic mis-shaped, like the formation of a clerical mace, smack the soul from the color of your race, mis-place your eyes wit ure mouth and have you lookin for tha rest of ure face...end

UPPIN UPPIN