(oh shit "pimp", u from west covina? i'm just cross the way, ghetto Baldwin Park)

Rata tat tat, put a wanna-be pimp on his back/
That rhyme was pre-written, i don't wanna hear no back-talk/
This fake pimp straight outta West Covina, i'm from, B.P./
The place where we chew up fake emcees cuz we just too mean/
Ice walkin with a limp, tryna be a pimp, but he just-a-gimp/
Wantin to make a name for himself on RB, but on the radar, he ain't even a blip/

(hah, whack rhyme but i'm tryna battle right now, just wanted to resond to this)