ok thats cool, ill drop my shit, i agree to the rules

look look

man u still watchin cartoons, ur dragon ball z icon makes u look young
i put images in ur mind that refer to me killin ya, i dont need no gunz
cuz my rhymes will leave yo breathless,but it isnt my fault yo girls breastless
u dont get no love like Dr. loveless, u prolly at home watchin "the young and the restless"
ur a damn featherwait, my rhymes will make u levitate
never hate, against me cuz my rhymes will penetrate
ur bullet proof vest that ur wearin
and now ur all bloody, worried cuz people starein
talk about names, what the fuck is amp?
did the child molester give that to u at boy scout camp?
just sit and let me spit, it will leave ya agitated
its over, ur rhyming style has never graduated
it flows so slow, like a hoe thats been on the job all day
like ur bro jerkin u off cuz ur both fuckin gay
ur style is whack ur minds gettin hacked by a newbie
and i hurd u was in this club, hum what was it, never touch a boobie?
yeah thats it, ur mom told me, and now ur image is gettin soupy
cuz ur true self is being exposed now ur brains goin loopy
so u run off to ur mom to untie ur diaper yellin "i gota go poopie"
so ill end it with this, fuck u man, u dont even equal up to "ren and stempy"

ok man there it is good luck