In this rap game you crave just to stay rough but my lyrics will shave
BE BRAVE couldn't 'cause a rave if he were an elctromagnetic wave
Bitch talkin' bout my flame burnin out and he must think he's to blame
But the truth is he couldn't last the mile if this were a running game
I proclaim you lame, leave you dead with your picture in a memorial frame
I fed this guy ex-lax and he's still full of shit, I'll have him bleedin like a raggin clit
This is a puzzle but his peices don't fit, if this were a licence he'd never get a permit to spit
Blow a hole in my face what a laughin disgrace, your shit's small to mine like wrote in lower case
This is a blind race, you couldn't construct a rhyme if I handed you a tool case
You didn't even touch base, your flow is gonna get slept on more than a pillow case

MOTHERFUCKER!