You a herb, battlin me your none the wiser,
I get high from ya hits when I vapourise ya.
I hit you so hard that that ya feel ya WACK,
You couldnt deliver a suprise if had santa's SACK.
You got nottin on me if you were climbing my sides,
You say your poison ivy but you couldnt smother my rhymes.
You wont elevate in no shape or no form,
I'll hit real early so you feel the break of dawn.
Even when you were spittin in school you werent a class act,
and working as a farmboy is how ya got ya stacks.


The only way you giving low blows is when ya on ya knees,
The only way ya cold hearted is in 7/11 deep freeze.
Bitch please, i'll only snap one arm i'll give you a break,
Take it easy with ma stee,z i'll leave ya pretty boy face.

You couldnt hit me up if you were throwin upper cuts,
and you defenately aint lean you givin beef from ya guts.
I'll leave you contemplatin your life as you know it,
and if ya masters got a towel I suggest he throw it........

TEN LINES....LETS BE AVIN YA!!!!!!!!!!!