Freestyle? ... You need to learn what that means.
Ima familiar face, the one you see in ya dreams.
You pose, but I stay reppin my street.
Dont battle me, unless you wanna face "da-feet".
Agony always tryna "sell" that he ill... I wont "buy it".
Cuz your punches lack too much, like Opra Winfreys diet.
Ima put you on my lyrical grill, and watch as you roast.
Dont boast, my punches sit you down like I was the host.
Im the only emcee up in here bold enough to claim I'm white.
Me expect to lose? When even you agree that you can't fight.
I stay coming at u infinite times like my punches were purgery.
My rhymes give you a new face, as if they were plastic surgeory.
So I guess, in this battle, you could call me the lyrical surgeon.
Fuck around with your rhymes, I'm suprised your still a virgin.
So if you call yourself the "agony", I must be the "pain".
My verse pushing you around like it was a ten ton train.
Call me Kujo, a raging pitbull that just can't be tamed.
Enough said... you've already been put to shame.
Why take me to trialfor murder.......
...........................When I'll gladly just accept the blame.


*Edited to take out ~ - - - ~

Not bitten, it was a long time ago.