aight...lets go...

I spit flows to "knock you back" give you a "lil flip" like "leprechaun"/
"connect" punches like "dots", my lyrics are an "entity", a "killa" like "cam'ron"/
your lyrics are "behind the times", like you were spitting "behind newstands"/
throw your system in pandemonium cause you always waking up with a new man/
like "tired people having sex", your punches are "fucking weak"/
"shove your words back in your mouth", till you "choke" and have to "re-speak"/
I never did slap hoes, but I guess there is always a first time/
even if you were "Mother Goose with the flu", you couldn't "spit an ill-rhyme"/
I beat you in "double-time", you'll get "twice the pain" of my verbal attack/
please believe your tombstone will say...HERE LIES THE OVERLORD OF WACK!!!/

go...quickie...