***picks up tha mic***



Yo


This nigga Trippin talkin bout this is a "wack Battle"/
I'ma Dominate this Bitch just like "Boston" got Killed in Seattle/

I'm Be Brave Nigga Prepare to meet ya Doom/
I'ma Sweep up Ya Filthy Rhymes wit a Fuckin Broom/

Against me You don't Stand a Chance/
you better off Givin Head to N' Sync, Justin and Lance/

I'm better at this Game than Shaq is wit Dunks/
I'm Fuckin this Nigga up Call me "Rumble In The Bronx"/

I'm tired of Cat's Like Him, He makes me sick to my Stomach/
I Killed this little Nigga so I'm selling his Valuebles Fa Fifty's and Hunderd's/

Don't Act Stupid Homey You know Who we be, *PD*, Mutha Fucka
don't Fuck wit me/

I got ya *Space* crowded wit nigga's Fuckin you up/
They had to give you Drinks thru a Tube, Cuz I Cut ya hands Off and you couldn't hold ya Cup/

Don't think I'm Finished Wit ya ass yet/
I got mo' *Flame to Spit* than a Astronaut and his *Space* Flyin Jet/

Yeah Ya Name I'ma Pick at it/
You coudn't Pick Back Good even if you had a Stap Habbit/

This is tha Last line So I'ma Spit This tha Hottest/
You Couldn't Be Fly Even if you were a *Space* UFO Object/

Yo I'm Out Homeys


***Throws Tha Mic to DJ CUSS-U-OUT***