Now this shit sound ridiculous a new-b-itch battlin a lyricist//
you couldn't stick a hit to plastic if you threw punches wit a glue stick//
but cha ya wanna rumble wit thunda that spit lightin for a livin//
standin next to a medal rod hopin that I miss it but from a distance//
I could spit this and end all ya hopes of clear vision//
10 rounds hit cha body but it took 10 lines to get rid of you//
I pity you, simply because you a dick and suck to be you//
If life was a ladder I definitely wouldn't fuck to be you//
you should stand up when you talk cause aint nobody even reconigzin you//
cause this hardcore and you a soft batch cookies who liked to be chew//
I aint gotta bring my "A" game to this list of "U"s I give a fuck who they choose cause I snap necks back like fire from a hoo-doo//
But who knew!!!!

Fuck it....Uppin!!!