tight drop................my turn....................

Ya rhymes b putt’n peeps to sleep…like nytol quick caps//
Look at beyonce on aol…even if u had aim,u couldn’t hit dat//
I don’t gotta say shit…cuz like da flag,even my lyrics get salut’d//
My lyrics shock u..like four men in a whirlpool,gett’n electrocuted//
Frail?…I mentioned frail cause ya verse is mo frail den anorexic//
Micaholic..any damaged mic u see u betta believe $tyles wrist wrecked it//
Ur lines r wack..mine r so phat u gotta triple da paper size//
Copy and paste...son dats u, ur da mean’n of plagiarize//
Feed’n crack?Ask yo momma, what she b feed’n off..$tyles nut sack//
Fagget..afta dis u jus anotha dead man on scotland’s plaque//
My $tyle is unaccesable..like free admission fo nazis at Hanukkah festivals//
Keep talken… I’ll have ya spine runnin through ya intestinals//
Hit u wit punches..Till I got ya pupils popp’n out its sockets like testicles//
Sorry to say…..but Sick battles like dis r meetin bad intentions//
Afta mic seesions.. I’m compressin flesh, in leavin contestants intestines//

BLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!