Dawg, i aint an emcee, more like a lyrical mind demon//
Battle me? Ya fucked yaself and I leave ya lyin in ya own pile of seimen//
I'm like Hannibal Lector cuz i eat apart ya brains and face//
But i spit ya out cuz ya aint got no style or taste//
It's like a race da way I even got dis white boys sentences runnin//
Copy and Paste his lines but dey got no effect like a dumb blonde usin sun in//
Middle Weight's gettin drained of all pounds when u around//
Are ya gonna suck dis gangsta's penis? or just re-route to a new-town//

easy merk