please niggas, i got mo’ flow than you got “ over-bite”/ ya whole style is over-“hyped”/ mo’ than some in-a-Cashmere-bargain-basement-with-a-dildo-shoved-up-they-twat-til-it-damn -near-touch-they-shoulder-dykes.../ (ooooohhhhh....)
watch me spin a single uppercut n’ laugh as you castrate ya father/
especially since i kick sick scriptz mo’ times than you’ve been ass-raped at tha Ramada.../
nigga you couldn’t rhyme on my level standin’ on a zip-code worth of phone books/ cuz you couldn’t hold a emcee in “check” if you were tha Lyricist Lounge givin out a Christmas bonus.../ Grym'll fillet you bone-less/ here take Flava Flav’s dick n’ orally hold-it/
cuz that’s tha only way ya spitz could “touch emceez,” so i guess ya persuit to get signed is essentially hopeless.../
cuz as a emcee, you’re about as “sick” as a anti-bacterial-strain sittin in DeTox.../
which is why im whipin tha flo’ wit yo ass ‘til ya face got mo’ “scuffs” than a used pair of Iverson Reeboks/
see, when you spit, there’s alwayz “sumthin missin” like shoes wiffout laces.../
thats why ya only hard bars be tha ones i just stuck through ya face kid/
face it...you “sorrier” than Ike listenin’ to sentimental music playin board-games/ (think about it)
n’ just think, i didn’t put effort into this cuz i know you wack...i could embarrassed that ass in MORE WAYZ/ bitch, go back to dubbin over lil’ Zane, cuz that seems like yo "Forte".../