Check it!

Check it when I spit, Im spittin pavements for hard hits, ya face re-arrangement makin ya teeth grit,
Ya face on the curb ya praying please make it quick, I hear ya neck click as I stamp you into dog shit.

Shepney Zany board games is the only way you'll play me and you cant spit hits cuz all you do is spray me,
Say it dont Spray it for intuition you can pay me cuz I can tell from ya lines that you rhymin kinda lazy.

Even if you learned ya ways from the hood you wouldnt be street smart,
Wheres the passion in ya lines I must a broke ya heart.
Im having a giraffe mate while your having kittens im fighting bare knuckled, your padding ya hits with mittens,
Im hitting left right and centre im in the higher division if you fell in love with my fists id surely leave you smittened.

Once shy Twice bitten, ya broken style left you with no pot ta piss in,
You cant feel with no whiskers you missin me like ya litter trays when you hittin.

I dunno im leaving it there no steez today but lets have your verse.......anywayz...