aite man..herer ya go..drop...

Im a spit the punchline and watch you blow-up//
its only my first bar- you already wish i didnt show up//
out the shadows.. one of the best of the west-coast//
didn't want to spit when he saw my name, sorta like strep-throat.//
you ain't throwin a punch, yo' ass is throwin a fit//
and while your loadin your strap, i'm done blowin the clip//
you think u got punchlines? to me thats actin silly//
you couldn't "cum phat" if you "ejaculated to free willy"//
U couldn't spit ill if ya salivary glands secreted the aids virus//
kill u in heaven so u stay lifeless, I stay nicest on the track//
put dis "Mc 808" out cuz he spittin my pricelss flows that he jacked//
I ignite like jet pistons, i have blessed writtens,use a yung bitch like sum kittens//
after this battle i wont be the last standin but best spittin//
leave u with 110 stitches, u left spittless, it's like u had 16 death wishes//
you can't touch the mic nor phaze-me cause u were left-fistless//
u lucky i got crazy and left u wit a dead-witness//
mc 808 watch as i explode-ya-brain,//
i'd make u feel me even if u were under the influence of novekain//
hold the game, dis win is surleymine,u bleed when i throw-up-flames//
Had to draw a picture of ya crime scene untill the photo's-came//
U so gullible, i'd convince u the only way to be an emcee is if i sell- u-mics//
I spit lyrics so phat my microphone has cellulite//