BLAH HEA WE GO.....




Weak rhyming bitch…just like Stevie Wonder,You don’t know who you fuckin wit/

Just cuz you work at a gift center around christmas time dont mean you "rap"better then me/

you the better emcee, - i think not- you a fake proto type version, in other words a generic emcee/

you still wouldnt be sick if you switched ya mic with an infected dick,licked that shit till ya lips turned red like applying lip stick/

dont trip quick, cuz my scripts flip ya think thoughts, fumble ya mind and make you brake like a cheap watch/

how you gonna compare me to another emcee, when you cant see me, trying to see me is like tryng to see invincibilty/

Its no doubt in mind niggaz will choose mines,so keep thinkin you betta than me/

your aka most be 'Ashanti' cuz u being victorious is straight up 'Foolish'/






****PLz hold we r experiencin technical difficulties***

*** reloading......***

**now baq to the battle**






your verse comes out 'shooting blanks' like a 'gun' with 'no bullets' I'm 'unbeatable' like an 'armless' guy tryin to 'masturbate'/

Tryin to negotiate? I'll discombobulate you so you can't locate or numerate,Where your body parts are because they're in a different state/

Your brain I'll aggravate and frustrate, then I'll eliminate cause your little mind couldn't appreciate/

How I innovate and enunciate - Underestimate? You didn't expect -..For me to rap so good, you'd suspect it was in a different 'dialect'/

From a different retrospect, you still couldn't dissect,My 'built' words that are erected by multiple 'architects'/

My 'vocabulary's' so good, even' Shakespeare' couldn't object me from using references to his text/

You just won't listen, I keep tryin to insist,That you need a 'dictionary' just to know when you getting dissed/

Now you saw me spit..whatchu think- yeah its sick,You battlin' me?? ..i suggest you go back to suckin dick/