IM rotate-N this kids head leaven him rest assure lashin back-out at -me//
Im methodical i got more-patience then doctors,spittin rhymes cauzin Mad-Cutastraphree//
IM takin this kid to school wit bless scripts before the test-starts//
YA rhymes needa Aim hi u lost to game tite,My lines more siccer then ya moms strech-marks//
U shud spit streched-bars cuz Im leavin u in red ink like the artist from dare devel//
This kid is the only hit MC at his school wut a rebel.But i got a feelin he aint on my level//
Wuts the world come to white kids tryna act ghetto spittin rap//
chances of u beatin me is like micheal jackson actin black//
you "SPIT" so much shit that ya lips "SWELL UP"/
you look like jayz sippen "NOVACAINE" outta cup/
the rhymes put you into critical condition/
so delousional ill have ya tounge ina state of repitition/
players on "EFEDREN"/
we all know your secret, those pills are to encrease your "ESTROGEN"/
your rhymes come "UP" like a "SHORT" stem, i stand "TALL" like "OAK TREES"/
damn ma rhymes make you so delerious you forget ya ABC's/
ma words are "HEAVY" the "WEIGHT" of "BOLDERS"/
ma lyrics be like "SHAMPOO", rain down on you like "HEAD AND SHOULDERS"/
yo ima "BENCH PRESS" ya cofin just to "LIFT YA SPIRTS"/
you so wack "DEAF KIDS" aint even "WANNA HEAR IT"/