aight here we go

aight look look

nigga no time 4 relaxation, cause this is a situation, 4 Emcee Rashaddy's extermination
its no revelation, that ur the leader of the GMF, Gay Men Federation
ur punchlines come everytime u fuck a girl, thats never
my punchlines come everytime u jerk off, thats forever
even if u ate a nestle and rapped u still couldn't spit a bar
u merkin me in a battle now thats very bizzare
ur gats r like ur dick all they do is shoot blanks
more guys been in ur anus than ppl in commercial banks
nigga u not in my ranks, u should be battlin toddlers
u dig up graves to retrieve balls of deceased fathers
yo I got more eights than a room full of Kobe fans(kobe # is 8)
and they'll split ur face worst than a knife to a butchers hand
ya rhymes belong in a trash cause they nothin but a waste
after this battle, u'll be wishin u took the same root as mase(becomin a preacher)
I'll use machedies to delete ur extremities,
but u won't be saved, even with doctors remedies
my lyrcal assault will have u gaspin 4 air
wack ass emcee Rashaddy's defeat is what I declare
nigga discontinue rappin and go back to workin at the sweatshop
keep talkin shit about me, is only gonna get ur head chopped
dawg death in a battle with me is more guarenteed than an STD
ur garbage rhymes r more un-wanted than a bitter orange tree
u might have guns but I got a rocket
rappin is like a hot potato, u need to drop it
stop it, b4 I cock it, and blow away ur whole shoulder socket
my puches r targeting u as if I had a lyrical slingshot
the only way u would blow up is if u go in a balloon and get popped
this verse is the beginning of ur fatal end
u couldn't put words 2gether even if u were dave letterman(letter-man)