Crash couldnt unlock the door to sucess if the 'key maker' from the matrix gave you the key/
he would never have word usage on his mind, even when on his head he balances a dictionary/
this kid duck tapes tampax to his back thinkin the wings will help his career 'take off'/
cause if your skill could be measered in speed, then people would have a better chance recruiting a sloth/
your bound to suck, like slappin a bucket of blood in front of a starved leech/
touching the monitor to lay your palms on my verse to finally state 'a win is in reach'/
his rhyme are like mini me measuring up to shaq, he cant step next to this/
face it you wouldn't get your verse to turn heads freestyling to the girl from the exorcist/
your ego has grown to big, your picturing your self as the ultimate big boss/
yet even if i strapped handle bars to your head, your mind couldnt 'grip the reality you lossed'/

QUICK VERSE..GOT AN APPOINTMENT!!
WuN