YOU SHOULDA PM'D ME


X ain't hardcore, but he ain't never even written-on-the-truth, come on man, last time that you spit beef, you was chokin-on-ya-food/1
you think you is better, pissed me off with ya written you sure done it now, you tryin to go the distance but ya weigh four hundred pounds/2

I'ma throw punches at you left & right, and all of em will hit you, it's like you at a school with a dress code, ya style is simple/3
he just came on this site to get laughs so peeps will like-him, and look this cat can't spit real multi's, take out those hyphens/4

this faggot don't even like rap but he signed up for this site-n like stillmatic, middle of that rhyme, he started off biti-n/(the butt line)5
what else, you don't get girls, ya got the gayest walk on the earth, matter a fact you only talk to girls on the street if I talk to em first/6

and X you might deny it, but ya got ya ass kicked you-know..by a faggot named Crackills, who was all gothic with a huge-nose/7
you touchin my rhymes? you'll get sliced to death with laser swords, givin 'wedding rings' to 'generals' the only time you 'engage in 'war'/8

I'll have you locked in a 'trunk' like congested 'elephant snot', all I see is nonsense from you, I have yet to see an intelligent drop/9
enterin this battle unprepared is like showering with your clothes on, straight idiocracy, your lyrical capacity is weaker than a P Diddy’s anthology/10

I'll turn ya mouth 'jagged and cold' like 'spear'd 'mints', and then leave you like 'backward hookers' thinkin you 'rear spent'/11
'rent ya rhymes' cause I heard they for 'recycle', cause I'm 'knockin you out' like you swallowed a bottle of 'night-quill'/12