yoh i'll easily take this guy one step at a time he's complainin that his little bitch ass can't rhyme/
but thats ok i know i'll give him a battle, i'll shake him so much his head just be rattled/
i can't find the idea of this guy bein a rappa, to tell u the truth all of his shit just flows down the crappa/
more ways then one he just can't spit, he's a baby suckin up to his mamas tit/
a dumbass lost in a world of dreams, one of those guys who wheres a bra, and tight jeans/
now how could anyone have any faith in this guy, more like have faith and pray that his ass just dies/
cause for him man it's just the same shit, ooo look at me i'm a wannabe punk bitch, comin straight out of miamis dirty south, someone who should never have lyrics flow out of his mouth/
but whatevea gettin through to this guy just won't work, over and over he'll just continue gettin merked/
and beatin and plain ko'd everytime , he's never heard of some shit as perfect as mine/
i bet he wishes he could spit half as good as me, he'll never be that good just a poor mc/
so until next time i bust a rhyme, i'll wish this fagget good luck with a mach ten and a nine/

yoh u can go 2 days afta me if u want but if u don't show noshow votes can be used