I know we strangers, but u can call me ur jaw re-arranga//
u can hold up both ya middle finga, but in a fight i still tha winna//
i'll leave u roasted, like cooked beef, and leave u on tha table like done dinna//
so listen up Jo-JO, i'ma bust in slo-mo, i'ma go slow, to bust my flow//
it goes to show that i blow hard when flow, feel me when i explode//
let my lyrical waves do tha work to erode this ho, like Joe Shmoe//
this is fantastic, cuz my lyrics are electricuting u like a 1000w of statik//
u need ta practice, cuz my atttack tatiks are wrappin u in plastic//
i'm put a new meaning to tha big bang theory when i blow u up//
cuz i'm explodin wit punches and chewin u up, i'm goin hard that i bust ya nut//
i dont give a fuck, but i'll make this JO glow like ET's finga, so he can go home//
look i'm bustin up ya dome, crackin ya cranium, cuz i'm solid like titanium//

i sliced this herb like he was a vegetable
left him like a handicap, stupid and disabled

aight lets get sum votes on this muh'fukka