aight

u set it up now i'll spit first, i aint waitin for ya verse butchu waitin for ya herse//
to take u in ya coffin,im stoppin u frum poppin, and coppin a win cuz i got headz boppin//
but u mista rippa u a pain in da neck, i'll rearange ya whole set witcha own damn teck//
in my mind frame, da games been slayed,ur lamed, easily tamed thatz why u still on da chain//
i ripped da chain off,so i can cause sum terror,kick u off da throne im da next heir, u fuckin error//
i rep da dolla krew, and i bring da ruckus,u dumb muhfuka,wut made u think u could rush us?//
itz da dolla krew shorten it to "da D", how can u rap? u still learnin da abc's//
and ya 1,2,3's dis my victory,look ur history,u cant get next to me//
to battle me u must be at least 5 feet tall,but i leave u 6 feet deep so u aint ready to brawl//
i snap ya bra strap,leave a welt on ya back,ya game summed up to one word is "wack"//
im killin dis kid,better yet i'll merk,give ya lyrics ya jerk and ur fucken brain'll hurt//
i'll give u an eyestrain, im like a migrane, need more than tylenol extra strenght//
u soft i could stab u if u had a flak coat, this dudes wack now im uppin for votes//

(flak coat=flak jacket=bullet proof vest)

peace
good luck
happy spitten