i'll keep it simple

this is murdah fuck what he might be saying
you wouldnt shyne with sonny bars during day-light-saving
a lame fuck traing to aim but the thang never buck shit
even the +...Femin-iLL...+ knows u'll never bust like u had a artik phrost dick
the art is im the boss bitch, ya like wigs during a wind the way u lost it
you got trails of turds like u step in dog shit, an wouldnt be consider ill if u cough sick
fuck trying to copyright, u'll swing left trying to copy my right
its like im the law of rhymes and all u do is copy my writes
stop it im nice with a slice of skills you couldnt tolerate life
an with my punches, u'll get nailed on the board like u copying christ
you a lame who train to rhyme 2 words and think its hot
stop, turn ya monitor off, before u'll see one of my punches twisting u around like im changing my clock EZ!