aight its on

aight here it goes

I spit the ether and grab the mic quicker then local listeners do liquor,
its a proven fact that the more u throw back the quicker you sound sicker,
i grab the gat and Blast her as if I walked into the battle blindfolded,
and construct your new syllables like they moulded,
get bent down and fucked like a catholic nun,
gods on my side so run nigger run,
the buddah gets lite up like a 7-47,
then all these niggers run out to get me like muchies from 7-11,
if your style were to get any more fake,
id snap your neck and roll ya up as if it were shake n bake,
nothin worse then a finish you can't hake to,
or shit thats spoken and we all know is untrue,
so ima end it with fuck you your wack dude....