fuck it...

this win is a easy scoop like flakes of cerial...
agenist him,
..its like bums with new clothes why waste good material...
skeptic wants to be a top-emcee and think he got what it takes...
SHIT... IS IT ME.. or do home-boy got a better chance living under the lake..
a few jabs to ya face.. i'll shatter ya taste for that flattering place...
its like you gathering waste.. with ya decomposing rhymes like ya brain matter erase...
you never knew ransum.. but be glad that you dont owe-him...
cuz u'll catch 81 shots to ya back like the jersey for terell owen..
i spit heat like im going to hell flowing.. still in my rap zoneing...
you couldnt put a end to me.. if i showed you my rap's-own-end.. (get-it)
so skeptik forget it... i could start you off and u'll still be at a dead-stop...
my raps bust off like head-woop,
that'll having you drop crying like cuting a rosta-dread-locks...
so fall back fagget or get planted like seeds with farmers...
cuz u'll never 'write butter' if ya 'pen was made from palmers'... mother fucker...

something real quick so shut'em down...