zainy,
yo, zainy i hear your lyrics about hittin from behind,
are you aloud to say that shit - doesn't your boyfreind mind,
you talk big sayin you're a lyrical arsonsist,
BUTT i heard you suck dick mr. arse'n'fist,
you comparin your rhymes to ammo & military weaponary,
but i thought your spit was a sneeze when it landed on me,
there's a button on this site 'click here to report abuse',
don't wear it out zainy i ain't finished wit you,
if you cremated me i'm a phoenix rising from the ashes,
if you wanna fight me zainy you'll find me on your girlfreind's mattress,
zainy is a dope name though - you must be oughta ya mind,
to drop that i'm 'illest emcee' shitty whack line,
one more thing - take out the curses that you use for your rhyme padding,
no on second thoughts put em back cos without them there is nothin.