aight aight....

prepare to be shocked, i got the grim truth-this bitch isn't hot
rhyme reapers* are all line needers buncha whiteboys with wife beaters
infinite's the prime breeder, plus needs to incline his raps
to what his records at, never been on a real record track
ewwwwwwww [slow up son]
i'm a take it easy on him, but don't let the words deceive
infinite's like leftover's for caterer's he couldn't serve the least
i'll burn his fleece, then maybe he can say he's on fire
prays to be hired, like his bio i don't give a reason* to start beating this liar
if he's a lyricist*, them damn i've already been president
and only curve he'll get on this battle, is if i'm bent eating entenmanns

*rhyme reapers his crew
*i don't give a....is his biography
*his occupation say's lyricist.

peace g/l