WARM UP!

Keep it real and dont fuck up is my motto, wishin please santa please in his grotto, make me a lyrical god going solo but you got more chance of winning the lotto. 1

When you come up in here people scatter and it aint cuz there scared to get battered, its becuz you infectin all there brain matter, with a lyrical disease called much wacker. 2

Ok Ok thinking a little now....

I'll jam ya electrical brain inpulses, becuz you become impulsive and spit piles a shit which repulsive, cuz ya havent thought of results yet, so you spit quick and blurt out some bullshit. 3

All I can smell is the... methane, coming out of ya mouth and from your brain, your false starting premature in this rap game, tippin you off of the board shouting check mate. 4

Shattering you like... glass is the easiest of meaningless tasks, i'll leave ya bruised up with see through casts, so people can see the scars from my blasts and you hide behind this hip hop mask. 5

I'll leave you shook like natural disasters, earthquake you with my lyrical blasters, leave you cut and covered in plasters, your spits dried up and cracked like pastures. 6

You attract hoards after ya with zip saws ready to chop yours, for ya rings but you no lorrrrd of this, you cant take this dis, you leave cats bored with ya wack ass spits. 7

You styles skinny like streaks a piss you aint winning this, im so phat and you still cant hit my shit, you punk bitch, ya rhymes just aint ya gift and if I was stuck in pitch you still would miss. 8 (pitch, sticky black tar like substance.)

Its Over!!!

Even you if you ate dictionaries theres no use in you crammin, cuz your styles stick in ya throat like peanut butter without putting the jam in. 9

You couldnt elevate if I told you the meaning of word up, so you might aswell just cave in and get cold an stuck with my hard hittin rock spits ya dug and ya filling so much you got sunk. 10

Sorry it took so long but Im at work so I have to do that inbetween.....