ok man..imma rip dis shit.......

When battlin' it just so happens that my raps are too phat to flatten/
With all the stats that you lackin' you aint rappin' you actin'/
You exagerate like a bad re-enactment of an accidental stabbin'/
And then talk in the past-tense about shit that has yet to happen/
Front and center, side by side, from the bottom right to top/
I'll have six sides to my story to give you writer's block/
Decipher plots precise to leave you light in shock/
You aint nice wit glocks, you probably like to fight wit rocks/
I'm like a clock, with a face, two hands, and the gift of speech/
In one second I can go from rip to teach from spit to preach/
I'm fit for feats to write scripts of fifty sheets/
I'm the type to trick ya treats, you what the pistol seeks/
If you won't admit defeat, then sit down and listen/
I'll show you how to rip it for infinite minutes wit style switchin'/