i'll kill this bitch, this kids like a catcher with out a helmet, a deadly target for a puck, how'd this fool make it, stick Nikes to ya four leaf clover and really have ya runnin outta luck//

Dam-son can't think of no lyrics you literally livin on the Writers-Block but i be carryin more ammo than a Snipers-got//

I’ll shatter-yo-lyrics assaulting yo spirits admit ur scare of-my-spits
Just like-yo-fitz, only time you’ll-beat-anything is when ur hand meets ur dick//

its like i have std's in my rhymes they aint nothing to fuk with make you run from me like a quarterback against a blitz i can put my verse on porn flick and you still couldn’t fuck with this//

C’mon your dropping evidence that you suck like crooks-with-some-cuts
Like trippin leprechauns on the floor ur pushing-your-luck//

Stinging- your mouth so-bad, go out of line like singing-with-fags
I might as well zip this kid in plastic cause this wins-in-the-bag//

Hitting snares in your ear drums, ill make you stop-and-go-listen
Kid your like a cancelled tourny, u shock but ur-competition//

Let me be your Statistics Professor your losin more FoCuS than Ford Dealerships!
man you wouldn't be sick if you were a whore sucking diseased dick//

facin emcees I raise the degrees and roll up my sleeves
but still makin him freeze like dyslexics in spellin bees//

got me battling this chump. i’ll rattle this dunce. and act like a catholic disciplinarian the way my punches paddle this punk//

kid ya rep is soft..i’ll hit you with punches..till ya chest disolves..and let these slugs check you and ya mate..with no chess involved//

pull out ya Dictionary cause i got bigga words than a one word Cyphers got you’re really Shit Brained like you got Diaper-Thoughts///



iight good luck 1



edited for spellin