aite dawg..that ^was garbage...

Mc killa u shud shut ya mouth u aint got any wins in da first place//
uzin a bunch of fillaz u bouta get merked out wit a L in ya face//
my metaphors metmorph an kick da shit outa u till u lyin on ya bak//
ya wak rhymes get pikd like a booger an thrown away,its a fact//
u lik saks for scrill,rappinn wishin u was iLL but instead got nervous//
when u step on da stage an get killed by showin ya herbness//
my spits will leave ya sik an slapped bitch,didnt no wut was comin ya way//
i no u claimin ya a bit wakniss,when i dropped u startin runninaway//
ill spit so much web u cud call me half araknid,but im usual packin heat//
rippin dis bitch when i be rappin to a beat,this merk is close to his defeat//
learnin how newbs get treat u aiint a pro at shit u must be crazy//
who is this fool tryna sep to me bustin out clips dat dont phaze me//
its amazig how wak dis cat is claimin hes great bus hes da oppisite//
dis rap game aint for u, when u hear da word rap u shud say u stoppin it//
u aint to early for ya time but needa learnya rhymes aint neva gettin heard/
dis rap shits cold u spits are too played an old...................