aight.. nice rhymes..
here i go.. u bout to get merked


My rhymes you deplore but the crowd adores
I’ll hit you with rhymes galore, while you’re lyrics were rotten to the core
My punches keep hitting you until you screaming (“STOP! NO MORE!”)
I wont go easy on you ill knock you the fuck out
Youll be lucky to get a vote with all the bullshit that you spout
Your rhyme style was whack you chose to take a different route
I’m looking like Mike Tyson, you looking like a boy scout
My lyrics are grand imperial while your rhymes are sounding ethereal
You’re thumbing through a rhyme book looking for material
Laughed when I found out you got problems that are venereal
My rhymes are antibacterial, to get rid of people thinking they me
You wanna imitate marcianno- shit why cant you see...
that my raps are superior, feeling pain as I rip through your interior
Trying to make your rhymes with intellect when they still sounding inferior
I’m not gonna even knock you out, I’ll just tear you apart
Even after all that effort-you’re still back at the start
If I laid a beat on these lyrics, it would be top of the charts
Next time come at me with more venom instead of trying to look smart