droppin . .

This MAN'S a run off from the lyricall 'SAND' so ima sink him QUICK//
Tells me to SPIT first so he can re-type his PRE-WRIT. . cuz he knows his winning side of the records gunna make him QUIT, cuz its little like the SPLIT between his ZIP//
He re-reads what he writes, then before pressing 'Submit reply' he finds what he doesn't like so he keys in 'Reset Form'//
His punchlines are like walking into a F5 storm and see me crossin the street and while honkin the horn//
Your the type of KID, you puts his CD IN backwards, and is helpless to fix it//
You cant compete wit tha facts that your a loser, so he tells everyone that RB mixed up his Loss with his Win statistics//
Tha Sandmans lyrics taste like chips mixed with his name...bitter, so ima have to spit em back out//
Give him a month and like the particles of its contents, their will be too many losses to count//
Consider my the ocean, im hear to consume and wash away your exsistence//
Rap a responsibility? well I'll destroy you so you have no commiting worth commitment//
But ure sinkin too deep, so ima let the rest of you devour//
Coward, you weren't a vain in my left nut worth the strain to express any power//