YOU ALL KNOW I COULD DO BETTER, JUST THOUGHT I'D END MY LAST BATTLE WITH A BANG, BUT DECIDED.. I WAS TOO LAZY..

Travelin to rap forums, that says a lot about kid's rap career/
stand back while I ‘check this pussy' like a lyrical ‘papsmere'/
this queer put ying with no yang in his name, how weak is that?/
ying's rhyme's wouldnt contain ‘heat' even if he ‘shot his lyrics out of gat's'/
ying's idea of a ‘battle rap' is ‘fighting his stomach' just to see his dick while ‘spittin'/
ying is like a ‘lyrical pair a plee GIC', his ‘punches arent hittin'/
lofixition, I think Aaron Carter could out rap this faggot/
like jack the ripper, I'll grab this kid's chest and stab it/
fake emcee only spittin ill if i spill...../
acid down his throat, this punks tongue hits more ball's then Gary Cheifeild/
dogg, im out of your league.. you cant see me like anorexic people behind tree's/
executed you lyrically on this verse, and mines was a free/
dunny.. who told you you were 'ill'?, and you actually believed them?, how gullible of yourself/
it's unanimous im winnin, I ‘shuffled' this cat like some ‘cards', change your name to I just got ‘dealt'/
see, im shovin ‘knives in this cats cerebral' just so his ignorant ass could have a ‘sharp thought' or two/
guru of rap send slugs threw his vest dude, unlike me, this kid is spittin small like test tube's/
and I ‘keyed' this battle, maybe thats why my lyrics are ‘dope'/
yawn-n-pull a O.J.. stab this dude with his own lyrics, so i guess thats why he's ‘whack to the bone'/
that line in your sig. isnt nothin without backin it up, admit it dogg, your like a lyrical Hoover, you suck/
yo, ying spits and his fans are like an old man's dick trying to have sex, there not gettin up/