aight yo

yo get off my jock, wuts da prophecy-nuthin obviously-hot-culd shove a 7up can up his ass-and he still wuldn't be on the spot/
on the rock, i got the game-this kid's a lame-one/
so dumb he even folds in poker with a straight-flush/
ya got no talent, just written verses-no flow around it/
like ya avy except i'll pull the pin-and have ya face around-it/
only then culd ya eva blow up, either way ya shuldn't of showed up/
cuz i'm lightyears ahead of ya ya still on moe's bowl-cut/
and ya flow-sucks, that's to every reviewer/
who look for the mute button-when they see those rhymes on their computer/

tat's it yo---------------peace