I'll stomp and stampede on u like a door mat/
u call urself and man when ur still readin cat in tha hat//
u say u ain't a homosexual but nut be glistin'in on yo chin/
i'll break ya back and leave u a heterocercal fin//
and i'm only 14 bitch so don't get dis shit twisted/
i spit rhymes that will have u thinkin tha graviti juss lifted//
Lk will harrase You With no Chance in our feeble stance/
leave this Slut Shruggin Shoulders like The Uptown Harlem Dance//
ya see my name vs yours means all ya hopes just died/
chances u cant drop shit as hot as mine-is on the plus side//
steppin to me ya get stopped short like a broken escalator/
ya catch my verbal weaponry if ya step in my arena like roman gladiators//
Battlin Me Is Like Bad Income Taxes, You get Screwed With No Hope Of Payback/
To Follow My Performance With Heat You'd Have To Scope My Playback//
Like Felines on Grenade Grounds I Bomb To Explode Tha Fake Katz/
When Both Verses Are Under Review You're Like "Ummm...Whoa....TakeBacks?//
I'll Shatter ya Stop Watch, Then Go On a Wild Chase after Cops/
You Couldnt 'Get Around' To Claimin' "All Eyes On Me' If Ya Spit 'Pac'//
While I'm accelerating you're hyperventilating in the slow lane with this verse I overtake/
Creating votes form every lyricist from alternate states//

NO FEEDIN