aight cuz

chekeacka checka one two

here i go let's get on yo, u comin off the top-is with a poncho...
u'r a dickwryder, le tthe shit set it in-u got a complexion of pot roast...
dropin hot quotes, is more then u can manage-u faggot-take the battle from me-and i'll still have the advantage...
u'r small like froto baggit, and can't rip mics-wut's that crew-u still neva seen the elements in sight...
forreal dun't bite, just get ready to reel-i got a mahcete at will-a hummer crossin the serangeti with skillz...
manchester got good soup, but u still a fruit-wanted to battle con-and u still in the dickless group...
i'll rip this gook, neva mind u aint rappin-u just a bitch-catch my drift-next minute u'r ina trash bin...
i didn't even begin, so let's start-got a buncha bottle dup anger-like herb that's why u'r bests in jars...
i keep it vocally transmoted impatienty ass boatin, i just passed my drunkenness-it's time to crash the votin...
bash u in the open, deliberately u whiner-after i beat u u'll scream worse then u'r mom seein broken china....

i'm outttt