*Grabs The Mic* Let's Show This N00b How Life Is When You Got SkillZ!!!


Now I know you think you can battle wit Forensik/
but I ain't yur regular MC, I'm ill and I'll spyt it quik/
My lyrics are 9mm bullets flyin' towards yur head/
you won't even see it penatrate before a word's said/
Keep tryin' to make yur rhymes ill and try to thrill/
but now yur fuckin' wif da science of sick multi-killz/
I ain't gunna bury you cause yur diggin' yur own grave/
gunna leave you crazy, like a guy on 20 tabs of E at a rave/
Just a question for you, why you keep talkin' bout my ballz/
and no you can't have em, they don't help yur throught like hallz/
What's wif all da fags who come on here with prewritten shit?/
I'm guessin' when the votes come in yur gunna throw a fit!/
I'm takin' the gold so go back to yur room/
else I'mma put yur fake ass back in a tomb!/

*hand's wogzta the mic...* you wanna try again or just take yur failure!?!?!